Deborah Turbeville's photos are all about the vibes

A specter haunts Deborah Turbeville’s photographs — the specter of a glamour in decay. Grainy and washed out in dusky grays, her pictures look like they came straight out of a dead stranger’s photo album, rather than the glossy magazines they were made for. The models are her ghosts: wan, remote figures who gaze past the camera and seem out of place wherever they stand. Ghosts, by nature, belong nowhere in particular, which is to say they could just as easily be anywhere. The rooms they haunt mi