Art: Career, Camera, Corn

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On Manhattan's 69th Street last week, in a white-tiled studio which was once a garage, a rangy man who looks a little like Abraham Lincoln and more like the Pied Piper ran his fingers through his long grey hair, folded his arms, grinned, yelled, gestured, strode to & fro, swung his spectacles. On this occasion Photographer Edward Steichen was not engaged in conjuring life out of some apathetic sitter. He was helping several assistants dismantle his studio for good. As of Jan. 1, 1938, Edward Steichen was through with commercial photography....

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