I got talking recently with a friend about The Daybooks of Edward Weston. I said it had been a long time since I read Weston in his own words and I resolved to read him anew. When I turned open the cover I found that my copy was a gift from friends in 1978! It was not surprising then that much of what I read this time around seemed completely new to me.
I enjoyed re-reading about Weston's first year in Mexico where he was accompanied by his young son, Chandler, and Tina Modotti. Much of that narrative is focused on the process of getting to know the extraordinary group of artists who had assembled in Mexico City while the country was still in a very turbulent state following the 1910 Revolution. Some in the community of artists such as the muralist, Diego Rivera, identified with the aspirations of the Revolution, but all were fundamentally dependent on the patronage of the moneyed class which found a mostly comfortable refuge in the country's capital city. Weston made a living there primarily by making portraits of upper class Mexicans.
Weston devotes quite a bit of space in his Daybooks to discussing his development as an artist/photographer and he also provides some interesting details about his photographic techniques. Though best known for his large format work he actually made a lot of pictures in Mexico using a 3-1/4 x 4-1/4 Graflex. Weston had an enlarger of some sort, however he used it not to make prints directly from those Graflex negatives, but rather to produce enlargements on glass plates which could then be used to make contact prints on 8x10 paper.
The last chapters of the Daybooks reminded me of why -- in spite of my regard for Weston's accomplishments as a photographer -- I have such a thorough dislike of him. Although there are abundant indications of his character throughout the Daybooks, they are somewhat easy to overlook amidst his enthusiastic accounts of his artistic trajectory. He was in the end a serial exploiter of all of the women who were close to him, even including the young servants in his Mexican household. You have to wonder what were the thoughts of the Daybooks editor, Nancy Newhall, as she assembled those final damning chapters.