I've just been reading a review of the early black and white images of William Eggleston, and, whilst sipping my Earl Grey I began to form an opinion, which was echoed by the reviewer just a few lines on.
‘Eggleston portrays the site of our youth undisguised by design or nostalgia, scrubbed clean by a gaze that blends ruthless snobbery with cultural despair. We recognised this hopeless gaze and shared it.’
Took the words right out of my mouth!
Jeeves agrees as well.
