I am the worst sort of hypocrite - every day I check The Sartorialist to look at his photos. And if all he did was take photographs, the world would be a much better place. But no. Occasionally—and, maddeningly, more than occasionally in recent years—Mr. Schuman will take the time to voice his…
This is exactly why I tend to avoid learning anything personal about an artist who’s work I admire. Sometimes they go from admired artist to full-on inspiration (Johnny Ive); sometimes you dodge the bullet and they seem like a cool person (Tom Hardy*); but nine times out of ten you’re going to be disappointed. It’s why I can’t understand the tabloid* obsession.
* I know I’m wildly crossing genre and levels of accomplishment in this example but I feel it’s true across the board. The ego monster lurks in every shadow cast by celebrity, even the smallest ones.