08/10/2026
Lee Friedlander, Self Portrait. Signed. I found this upstairs at Moe's Books in Berkeley, CA in Berkeley for $75, which means I am officially way too comfortable paying almost $100 for a photobook. It needs to stop. There was a time when finding a great book for $10 felt like a genuine victory. Now apparently I need a signed Lee Friedlander to feel like I got a deal.
Originally published in 1970, Self Portrait is one of those books that feels completely understated and also essential. Friedlander doesn’t really photograph himself so much as leave evidence of himself behind: shadows, reflections, silhouettes, fragments and obstructions.
What I love about it is how much it feels like a precursor to Mannequin, or even America by Car where Friedlander pushes his layering of foreground and background even further. In Self Portrait, he’s already figuring out how to make multiple images and planes occupy the same frame.
John Szarkowski’s afterword gets at something important here: these aren’t really self-portraits in the traditional sense. They’re more like a record of Friedlander’s presence, a shadow, a reflection, a kind of photographic signature saying: I was here.
Now I just need to go back to finding $10 books.