Book Review: 'Puppies'
Is it art, or just some sicko tarting up helpless pooches? The question dogs Wegman, who’s made his name snapping weimaraners in human drag. But this album makes it moot — so clearly beloved are the young, helpless, and mostly naked pets that gambol within. They’re pretty cheap shots — what Polaroid dunderhead can’t make puppies look precious? Wegman, however, knows just the right backdrop to bring out their warm-flannel skin (the crushed blue velvet is particularly fetching), just the right activities — like tossing ’em exuberantly into the air — to bring out the essence of their innermost canine souls: blind unyielding trust. A-