Penelope Tuesdae Annie Leibovitz pulls off a Tintoretto that beatifies Penelope Tuesdae into the straight-up daemon she is – her vaudeville legs would pole-vault a troop of drunken cops & her fur-lined coat borders taut, evanescent hips, rising, up to where the carmine lapels power a dangerous chiaroscuro as her thumbs tuck under black that plugs further black and vanishes far beyond the picture’s end. bluer <= Tim Keane