Stevens became Avedon's studio director in 1976, as well as his press agent, business manager, travelling companion, work wife, dance partner, co-conspirator and intimate friend. Like Tina Brown's diaries, which it somewhat resembles, Avedon is a whirlwind read, dropping names, exhibits, assignments, one-liners and wisecracks so fast I turned the 697 pages slightly breathless, taking top-speed notes like a snapping paparazza. He was a compulsive, disciplined worker, and maintaining star quality was work, too, a challenge he relished alongside his lucrative fashion assignments, legendary portraits, successful museum and gallery shows, numerous books, and quiet political protests. His peacock days became six peacock decades, from his first gigs with Harper's Bazaar in 1944 to his death in Texas in 2004 while on assignment for the New Yorker.
I'm not sure about Sickert, but Avedon was arguably a star who glowed in the galaxies of fashion, portraiture, photojournalism, Hollywood, Broadway and cafe society. Aronson, is attributed to the British artist Walter Sickert.
Star-Quality: it can shine on peacock days like a plume of luck above your genius." This epigraph to Norma Stevens' s exhilarating memoir, biography and oral history of Richard Avedon, written with Steven M.
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