Some say Art Deco is too much, overwhelming to the senses. Some say it’s a throwback to earlier architectural fads, a melding together of many genres in an attempt to be modern for its time. Some say it was before its time, a vision of the possibility of lines and curves creating depth on a surface.
And some say it was perfect for it’s time. When the country was shouldering its way onto the world stage, becoming the industrial powerhouse it would peak as in the middle of the 20th century. The designs, structure and flowing solidity of the style glamorized both the excess and excitement of its time.
I love photographing Art Deco. So much detail, so much dimensionality, so much strength in the stories told by murals, pediments, statues and carvings. Light and dark, shadow and surface, even the neon tubes fit with the crafted design. It rewards the photographer who waits for the light, patiently watching the play of slanted light across the depth of construction, looking for just the moment when the balance jumps out for the viewer.
Look around. Art Deco remains all around us, adding a little pizazz to the buildings and structures around us.