Annie Liebovitz has become as famous as people she photographs, and she's got her method down pat. Of course you do Sam Shephard in black-and-white with the horse's flank, the crossed arms, the chaps and the squint. Ray Charles is a natural for the Barcalounger bit, in red polyester, hush puppies, the flowered rug, a bump of stomach oozing over the belt.
Playwright Beth Henley gets to stand barefoot on a peeling porch in a white translucent dress. Keith Haring does the zombie bit, with his trademark white stripes all over the couch, coffee table, magazines, an ashtray and his naked body, including a longish stripe in a private place. Whoopi Goldberg's in a bubble bath, limbs safely spread, tongue out.
Cyndi Lauper, Nell Campbell, David Byrne, Lily Tomlin, Jimmy Breslin--the People gang's all here. So is composer Philip Glass, hunched on the end of a park bench on an autumn day, and French film actress Sandrine Bonnaire with de rigueur cigarette and flying hair in a field of golden grasses. You've got to admit it, the lady knows her stuff. The only images that grate are those--with Elmore Leonard, Willy Shoemaker and Wilt Chamberlain--best known for advertising a major credit card. (G. Ray Hawkins, 7224 Melrose Ave., to Jan. 9.)