It isn't enough to say that Howard Schatz admires dancers. He adores them. Schatz' pictures are not about dance; they are photographs of dancers as phenomenal graceful and powerful; explosive or ecstatic in motion, elegant and elemental while at rest. There is more to dance than bodies, but without bodies there is no dance. And however much natural beauty a dancer may have, years of training and a daily regimen that might break an Olympic rower, produce human forms that are nothing less than masterpieces of kinetic sculpture. In Passion & Lies, Schatz interprets these hard-won creations through his art, combining exploration and adoration in equal measure.
This book is almost too much. Dancing is by its very nature a sensual act... doing it in the nude pushes it into the stratosphere. As a devoted fan of both sensual dance and of DRAWING sensual dance and dancers, this book was a God-send of "swipe material", as an artist friend of mine once put it. If I have any reservations at all, it's simply the photographer's somewhat odd choice of having full-frontal pictures of the women dancers naked, but having the male dancers either shot from the back or wearing g-strings. What, would the sight of a male dancer's genitals have gotten the book banned, but a female's are fine?