Sun, swimming pools, neon and sequins, sex, tanned and toned bodies - the stuff of Hollywood dreams is Jeff Burton's territory. Starting out as a stills photographer on the sets of adult movies, Burton has shown the underbelly of the Californian film world, dwelling on subjects that normally only come to light in one of two types of documentary - the earnest or the sensationalist.
Sun, swimming pools, neon and sequins, sex, tanned and toned bodies - the stuff
of Hollywood dreams is Jeff Burton's territory. Starting out as a stills
photographer on the sets of adult movies, Burton has shown the underbelly of the
Californian film world, dwelling on subjects that normally only come to light in
one of two types of documentary - the earnest or the sensationalist. Burton, on
the other hand, declines the exposé approach. In two steps, he first elevates
the seedy, applying to it the slick gloss, the same sexiness, that is conferred
upon the carefully mediated, official face of Hollywood. And from there, he
moves on, broadening or rather redefining his frame of reference, where
composition becomes a primary concern and with it the parameters set by art
history.
In his photographs Burton goes, almost without exception, for the unexpected
angle. He shows only the socked feet of entwined couples, while others are
betrayed by glimpses of their reflections in mirrors. In this new body of work,
unknown, anonymous characters are caught in the most intimate acts. A reclining
woman has had the letter L shaved into her pubic hair. We can only guess by whom
and for what reason; a straightforward L for love or perhaps the name of her
lover? The narrative trails to another image, which shows a bowl of fresh
razors. Swimming pools and abandoned sun loungers are at once the sets and the
whole story; in one a sequinned curtain hangs, reflected in the water, a piece
of discarded clothing lies on the side, hinting at a party now over or out of
frame action. The wholesome, all-American sport of basketball is given a sexual
twist, as one of two women clad in vertiginously high heels and skin tight,
micro mini dresses, prepares to launch a basketball, bending over to reveal her bare bottom.
In Jeff Burton's Dreamland, Dave Hickey observes in his catalogue essay that, in
denying us access to the narrative, which is invariably played out beyond the
image, Burton contrives, paradoxically, to show us more. Hickey defines it as x{2018}a
language of looking while 'looking away''. Little is left to the imagination,
but nonetheless it is left. And significantly so, for like this, Burton coerces
the viewer into picturing what lies beyond the frame and appropriating these
Hollywood fantasies.
private view: Tues 11 Nov 6-8pm
Jeff Burton lives and work in Los Angeles. This is his third show with Sadie
Coles HQ. He has had solo shows in the U.S and Europe and been included in many
group shows, including The Americans at the Barbican (2001)
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