We're psyched. Kent Owen reviewed LaPorte, Indiana in the Wall Street Journal over the weekend. Here's a selection:
...Fortunately, magazine editor Jason Bitner happened upon the stored prints of a LaPorte studio photographer named Fred Pease and, delighted by the hoard he had discovered, assembled this assortment. Though the book yields motifs -- couples, siblings, pearl necklaces, buzz haircuts, bouffant hairdos, horn-rimmed glasses -- the faces appear anonymously, each a souvenir from the 1950s or '60s. Nothing is played for laughs, no postmodern sarcasm at the expense of clueless Hoosiers. The expressions are easygoing and ingenuous, if shaded toward the tentative and diffident. If there was an American look 40 or 50 years ago -- at least one recognizable throughout Middle America -- these faces may be it. Nothing edgy, smirking or brash. But much that is earnest, benign and hopeful. Nothing edgy, smirking or brash. But much that is earnest, benign, and hopeful.