From Vince Aletti’s review for The New Yorker:

The photographer, who died earlier this year, at the age of fifty-three, conceived this body of work as a loose narrative involving three attractive young women whose boyfriends are in prison. Since Smalley is known primarily for pictures of athletic young men posed in the style of vintage exercise manuals, it will come as no surprise that the boyfriends absorb most of his attention. All the photographs find a nice balance between naturalism and artifice, but the images of men pack a lot more heat. Whether lazing on bunk beds, picking up laundry, or getting tattooed, the guys (all of whom look more like Bruce Weber models than like convicts) play out a homoerotic fantasy that the women have no real part in.

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