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Picture This Debbie Harry and Blondie by Mick RocThe following report compares books using the SERCount Rating (base on the result count from the search engine). |
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Within the first few pages, Mick Rock discusses one key aspect of the Harry iconography: although their facial structures are almost utterly different, Debbie manages to almost eerily evoke the image of her idol, the late Marilyn Monroe. Indeed, she does so far better than does Madonna (who made a much more conscious and public effort to do so) or Gwen Stefani, both of whom have more similarity in facial shape. Debbie has an unusually large cranial structure and an extremely wide face, factors that make her universally admired looks even more remarkable. Unfortunately, Rock fails to effectively deal with the issue, but this is of tertiary importance in a book that could as easily have no words at all.
Rock is a thoroughly competent photographer by the standards of rock journalism, but he's no Sam Shaw, Cecil Beaton, George Barris, Eve Arnold, or any of the other classic era Leica/Rollei wielding pre-papparazi photographers, who made enduring idols not only of MM but so many of the other Classic Era actresses. As a result, a hundred years from now these images will probably be reviewed with interest, but not the unadulterated awe one might give to classic images of MM,Cyd Charisse, Ava Gardner, Audrey Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor or others, none of whom-even the now-canonized Monroe-were objectively "more beautiful" than Harry.
These images-taken from too few photo shoots-are fine photographs on their own, and a fine document of Deborah Harry, who is a first-rate vocalist and a fine character actress who, unlike a lot of rock-and-roll stars, might have been as successful as _almost_ any of her childhood idols in the worlds of film and music in the pre-rock-and-antihero 40s and 50s and early 60s, before an awful August night in Brentwood and an equally bad November afternoon in Dallas turned a decade-and a nation-disillusioned and sour.
Deborah Harry is, almost everywhere except her own country, a major league rock star, and this book is a decent exposition of part of the reason why: she's a stunning-looking woman who can effectively employ everything she's got. The other lies in her music, both the "classic five" Blondie albums and her daring and eminently competent modern jazz and standards work with the Jazz Passengers, Stewart Copeland, and others. If you have a backward cousin in, say, Kansas City, who thinks that rock and roll means boring and dopey AOR warhorses like REO Speedwagon, Styx, and Rush, this book and a couple of Blondie albums might do him, or her, a lot of good next holiday season.