I tried to find the book here in Manhattan and no one had it in stock so I went ahead and ordered it from Amazon. I always preview a photography book before making a purchase, however, since it was Bruce, I figured I couldn't go wrong.
I went wrong.
The book is a 10-page editorial spread spread over 192 pages. It's filled with variations on the same stock Weber images we've seen for the last 30 years - shockingly, the only thing that's missing from the book is the ubiquitous golden retriever.
There's only one killer image in the book and then Bruce goes and dilutes its impact by running the B Version of the shot on the very next page - stunning.
The book has Bruce's tired (at this point in his career) musings and is scattered with unrelated photos that add nothing to the larger presentation. I guess Bruce thinks it looks cool but it's simply pretentious.
It's sad that, at this point in Bruce's amazing career, he can spend three years shooting this guy and come up with such a lame and derivative group of photos that tell me basically nothing about the guy.
Roberto is attractive yet somehow his sex appeal is completely bloodless. Yes, there are some nude shots but even those are perfunctory and about as sexy as Alice Ghostly on "Bewitched". In addition, surprisingly there isn't a single frontal nude shot in the entire book. All the frontal shots (if you can really call them that) have his leg or some object strategically placed to obscure the weinage. Europeans are always lecturing Americans about how uptight we are about nudity yet this Italian dancer appears to be as uptight as someone from Cleveland.
Bruce obviously has great talent but I suspect he's surrounded by people who tell him he's fabulous and no one has the guts (or the taste) to tell him: "Hey Bruce, the pictures suck." If there had been, he'd still be working on this book and teNeues wouldn't have foolishly chosen to publish it.