无人的迪士尼乐园

A summer evening in 1962: The fire- works were over, the crowds dwindled, and the store emptied. I counted out the regis- ters, turned out the lights, and locked the hand-carved sorcerers’ doors behind me. Photographs by Diane Arbus My usual route out was through Sleeping Beauty’s castle, over the moat via a working drawbridge. But tonight, a security guard stopped me. “Can’t go that way, gotta go out the side exit.” “Why?” I asked. He said, “There’s a photographer taking a picture.” By Steve Martin I obediently took the adjacent side route (in those days, film was expensive, so no one stepped in front of even the most casual snapshot). I passed the photogra- pher, a woman. …