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Miller:
MORE
THAN A
MUSE
These days, Lee Miller is often remembered in
her capacity as a fashion model and a muse to
famous Surrealists and Dadaists of the early
19th century, Man Ray and Picasso among
them. What is less well known is that she was
an artist in her own right, and her work argu-
ably surpasses that of many of her male peers
who have achieved more lasting fame. Of
all the words that can be used to describe Lee
Miller - ‘War Correspondent’, ‘Photographer’,
‘Artist’ - ‘muse’ should be far down the list.
American model and to experiment with “disruptive
patterns” of light, shade, and color
photographer Lee hand-painted on uniforms and
artillery—a technique indebted to
Miller was born in Cubism. In 1940, the rich and ec-
centric British Surrealist Roland
Poughkeepsie, New Penrose decided that he could
York, over a century best contribute to his country’s
defense by recruiting artists for
ago, but spent most of a camouflage unit, and lecturing
on their research to the Home
her life seeking ad- Guard. The unit had been testing
an ointment developed to hide
venture in Europe skin from a rifle scope, or at least
ABOVE:
and the Middle East. to disguise it, and on a summer
day, in a friend’s garden, Penrose
Lee Miller photographed by
Man Ray in 1929.
Lee Miller described her chance encounter with Man Ray at art-
ists’ hangout, Le Bateau Ivre, as the “turning point” of her youth.
(Observatory Time: The Lovers, a 1936 painting by Man Ray,
inspired by Miller ’s lips.) NAME: Lee Miller
led to a part in the chorus line of most enterprising flapper Lore- BORN: April 23 1907
a risqué Broadway revue. Success lei Lee), Miller made her début
DIED: July 21, 1977
in the performing arts came easily in Vogue—on the March, 1927,
to a quicksilver girl who was usu- cover, in a drawing by the French
OCCUPATION: Mod-
ally the most striking hopeful at fashion illustrator Georges Lep-
el, photographer,
a casting call. (A few years later, ape—and at the famous parties
war correspondent
Jean Cocteau, looking for an ac- that Condé Nast hosted in his
tress with the features and aplomb penthouse. She was soon posing QUOTES:
of a Greek statue, chose Miller, for Steichen, Arnold Genthe, “I would rather take
who had no experience onscreen, and Nickolas Muray, the leading a photograph than
for the lead role in his didactically photographers of the day. But the be one.”
outré first film, “The Blood of a fact that she modelled for them
Poet.”) is more interesting in retrospect “[Being a great pho-
than the decorous pictures they tojournalist is] a
None of these promising forays, took of her. None capture her matter of getting out
however, held Miller’s fugitive subversive modernity the way on a damn limb and
attention. By the autumn of 1926, Lepape did: confronting the be- sawing it off behind
she had moved to Manhattan to holder from under a purple cloche you.”
take classes at the Art Students with swollen lips and a sullen
League, and was earning her gaze that manages to project both
pocket money as a lingerie mod- wantonness and reserve.
el. If one is to believe the story,
Condé Nast noticed her crossing In 1929, with several lovers fight- avant-garde and a master of many
the street just in time to pull her ing for the honor of seeing her off, genres—painting, photography,
from the path of an oncoming ve- and café society sad to lose its star sculpture, and graphic art. Despite
hicle, and this fortuitous collision playgirl, Miller sailed for Europe a bantam physique and a receding
led to an interview with Edna with the ambition “to enter pho- chin, Man Ray attracted singu-
Chase, Vogue’s editor-in-chief. tography by the back end.” She lar women. Miller succeeded an
With a boyish haircut and a new planned to do some modelling adorably lewd and fleshy cabaret
moniker, Lee (a contraction of for George Hoyningen-Huene at singer who was a legend of the
Li-Li, her family nickname, but Paris Vogue while she apprenticed Latin Quarter: Kiki de Montpar-
also, perhaps, a little bow to that with Man Ray, a leader of the nasse.
Man Ray was thirty-nine and to sharing his protégée with
Miller was twenty-two when rivals in the arts. He was furious
they met. He marginalized their with Miller for lending herself to
relationship in his autobiog- Cocteau, and resentful of the time
raphy, “Self Portrait” (1963), that she spent working in London
perhaps in revenge for her as the still photographer on a fea-
infidelities, but she described ture. “You are so young and beau-
their chance (or contrived) en- tiful and free,” he wrote to her,
counter at an artists’ hangout, “and I hate myself for trying to
Le Bateau Ivre, as the “turn- cramp that in you which I admire
ing point” of her youth. With most.” The definitive image of his
few preliminaries—she obsession is a 1930 nude study
introduced herself as his new of Miller, her gaze enigmatic,
student, he told her that he didn’t her head caged by a wire fencing
accept students, they left the next guard. He titled it “La Révolution
morning on a road trip—the affair Surréaliste,” and it expresses an
began. After a summer in the attitude rife in the movement, but
South of France, Miller rented also in Miller’s life: a contradicto-
lodgings near Man Ray’s studio ry impulse to worship and defile
on the Rue Campagne-Première, the female body. But Miller’s sub-
and paid tuition for a priceless missiveness in games of bondage
education in art and worldliness was, if not illusory, paradoxical.
by working as his dogsbody. One She claimed the privilege of a
of her early tests was to help man’s sexual freedom, and Man
him photograph the Count and Ray’s jealousy—indeed, any man’s
Countess Pecci-Blunt’s White jealousy—made her claustropho-
Ball of 1930, and, typically, she bic.
abandoned her post to dance with
other men.
Her finest pictures
Under Man Ray’s tutelage, Mill-
er mastered the use of a Graflex [...] tantalize you,
camera, with glass plates, and
then a Rolleiflex; studio-lighting
with the promise of
setups; cropping and retouching; what she might have
improvisation with a viewfinder;
and his techniques for develop- achieved.
ing. A darkroom accident (Miller
turned the lights on before she
realized that a batch of nega- Perhaps it was trust, or perhaps,
tives was in the tank) led, by as Miller’s own work suggests, it
her account, to the discovery of was dissociation. She had the gift
“solarization,” a process in which of finding beauty in a wasteland,
the background of a portrait is and her eye tends to petrify what
overexposed to outline the head it looks at. Organic forms and
FROM TOP: Portrait of Space, with a black penumbra. living creatures become abstract
taken on a trip to the Siwa in her pictures, but movingly
oasis in 1937; Lee Miller in
bathing costume, by Man Ray; Man Ray was a generous mentor, so—the way a nymph fleeing an
Miller with Pablo Picasso but his generosity didn’t extend aggressor is transformed into a
star. Where human figures ap- Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, and planes of her face and neck, the
pear in a frame, they are often Vanity Fair welcomed her to their frill of her hair, and the ruching of
faceless or disembodied. Her best pages. When she chose to model a velvet gown. Her beauty and ex-
photographs from the war are of for one of the pictures Vogue had pression are as inanimate as those
corpses, landscapes, statuary, or commissioned—a story on head- of the figures that were, at the
distant violence. Once she was bands—her younger brother, Erik, same moment, being carved into
proficient with a camera, Man operated the camera, and their the granite of Mt. Rushmore. The
Ray promoted her for commis- feature is, in its way, a perfect bell jar that she had sometimes
sions that he couldn’t fulfill or artifact of high fashion in the used as a prop in her Surrealist art
didn’t want, one of which was Depression. Miller sits at an angle photographs is here invisible, yet
to document operations at the in a plush wing chair, against a implied. She embodies elegance
Sorbonne medical school. Having black backdrop. The light in this as refusal—the refusal to inhabit a
watched a mastectomy, she asked hermetic frame glosses the fine flawed world of human inferiors.
the surgeon if she could keep the
amputated breast. She arrived for
a fashion shoot at the studio of
French Vogue in a buoyant mood,
carrying this grisly trophy on a
dinner plate, then photographed
it at a place setting, next to a knife
and fork. She tends to isolate the
mechanical act of taking a picture
from the visceral connection with
a subject, as she was taught to
compartmentalize sex and love.
Most of her portraits, including
her self-portraits, seem wary or
disdainful of any true engage-
ment with a sitter except, perhaps,
where she was engaged by the
drama of seduction. That was the
case with two great satyrs who
yielded both to her and to her
camera: Chaplin, whom she knew
from her modelling days in New
York, and Picasso.