It is T minus 3 days for entertainment’s most talked about ceremony, and we all have our favorite nominees. Coming to mind are the controversial ex-spouses James Cameron and Katherine Bigelow–both heading the “Best Movie” and “Best Director” categories–sure to ruffle some feathers when the award is given, not to mention an immediate reaction shot of the losing party at the moment of the announcement.  To start off this countdown, and in anticipation of the hopefully memorable 2010 Oscar ceremony, we look back at the shocking and bizarre unexpected moments of the past…

Although the Academy Awards have been around since 1929, its only since 1952 Hollywood’s biggest night has been televised. Before that, they were  broadcast on radio, and not always the complete ceremony. Hell, before 1940, the results weren’t even in a sealed envelope. They would be printed in the next day’s newspapers. But its a good thing they televise them now, because otherwise they would rob us of great and shocking moments; from a puffed-up Sean Penn defending Jude Law to joking host Chris Rock—a moment that made Spicoli fans everywhere wonder where his sense of humor had gone. Or how about host Jerry Lewis, who had twenty minutes to kill in 1958 when the show ran early and tried to tell some jokes. In 2003, Adrien Brody gave presenter Halle Berry a long, passionate kiss after his unexpected Best Actor victory over Jack Nicholson and Daniel Day-Lewis. “I bet they didn’t tell you that was in the gift bag,” he then told a stunned Berry.

So here’s a look back at a couple of past moments that are both famous or just plain bizarre:

Jack Palance does one-armed push-ups.

Veteran character actor and perennial villain Jack Palance picked up an Oscar for spoofing his bad guy image in 1991’s “City Slickers.” While he probably deserved one for the legendary western “Shane” or little-known film noir “The Big Knife,” Palance proved that, at 72 years old, nobody was tougher. After receiving his statue, he got down on the floor of the auditorium and did one several armed push-ups. His “City Slickers” co-star (and Oscar host) Billy Crystal used Palance as fodder for his jokes all evening, giving the audience updates on the virile old man’s after-show activities: “Jack Palance has just bungee-jumped off the Hollywood sign.”

Jolie in love with her brother?

Maybe one of the most shocking moments starred a newly awarded Angelina Jolie in 1999 for her role of Lisa in “Girl, Interrupted.” A stunned and smiling Jolie stood on stage and professed her not only shock over the win but the fact that she was madly in love with her own brother. Apparently in a candid moment just before her acceptance, Angelina’s brother, James-Haven, held his sister close to him and professed his love for her as well with a then-deemed very inappropriate kiss. The result: an unclear and shocking remark that lead to unending tabloid rumors as to the exact nature of the siblings’ relationship still talked about in interviews today.

Crawford evens the score.

Joan Crawford was a notoriously competitive movie queen (ever seen “Mommie Dearest”?) whose real-life animosity for co-star Bette Davis came through in the campy psychological thriller “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?” In 1963, when Davis was nominated for Best Actress for the film and not her, Crawford wrote each of the other nominees and offered to accept the award if they were not able to attend. Sure enough, Anne Bancroft won the statue that night and wasn’t able to be there, so Crawford slithered up to the stage to bask in the glory while Davis sat in her seat and gave her the evil eye.

Brando refuses award.

The most puzzling event of any Oscar telecast was occurred in 1973 when Marlon Brando won his inevitable Best Actor award for “The Godfather.” He sent a woman who claimed her name was Sacheen Littlefeather onstage, dressed in traditional Native American garb, to refuse his award. Why? “Marlon Brando very regretfully cannot accept this very generous award … the reason for this being the treatment of American Indians today by the film industry, excuse me, and on television in movie re-runs, and also the recent happenings at Wounded Knee.” Huh? It turns out Littlefeather was really a struggling B-movie actress of largely Mexican descent named Maria Cruz. The speech caused Clint Eastwood to joke that night whether the Best Picture award should be accepted “on behalf of all the cowboys shot in John Ford westerns over the years.” Seven months later Cruz appeared, sans costume, in Playboy.

Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., and Joan Crawford by Nickolas Muray. Vanity Fair, October 1929

A few years back, producer Robert Evans came up with a great line: “Instant gratification takes too long.” In this age of immediacy, there is no truer statement. Patience is no longer a virtue, it is an obstacle or a gratuitous nuisance that hinders our voracious hunger for information. A shot of Britney sans panties has become breaking news, getting more airplay than the Georgian conflict. If Gmail stalls for more than five minutes, it’s obvious – this must be a sign of the apocalypse. What has happened to us that we can no longer revel in the moment? When our children are bad, we put them into ‘time out’ – forcing them to take five minutes and reflect on their actions. Rarely as adults do we do that for ourselves. Read a book for a change. Try meditating. Check out the museum. Art – a frequent source of inspiration and reflection, can hypnotize us into a meditative place of taking stock; just a simple, contemplative respite can often put things in perspective, for more than a fleeting moment. 

  This month, Vanity Fair magazine is giving us the perfect opportunity to dial it down and pause. Starting October 26th, LACMA will showcase 140 of the publication’s greatest photographic works in a collection entitled: Vanity Fair Portraits: Photographs 1913–2008. It is the only exhibition of photographs from the magazine’s historic archive, ranging from the early days, (1913-1936) to the contemporary publication (1983- present). It also coincides with the magazine’s 95th birthday, as well as its 25th anniversary. Editor-in-Chief Graydon Carter admits making his selections was no easy task. “We had a remarkably vast archive to choose from,” mentions Carter. “David Friend, our editor of Creative Development, and I went through all 570-plus issues of the magazine…and selected several finalists. We focused on classic pictures; photographs that defined the subject, photographer, or time period and surprising, lesser-known images that felt especially fresh upon re-discovering them.” 

James Joyce by Berenice Abbott. (Unpublished) 1926.

The baby of entrepreneur Condé Nast arrived on the scene in 1913. For over twenty years, it was the darling of café society until the mid-1930’s, when it became a casualty of the Great Depression as well as declining ad sales. Forty-seven years later, publisher S.I. Newhouse, Jr. decided it was time to resuscitate Nast’s trendsetter, and brought the magazine back in that decade of decadence, the ‘80’s. The exhibit covers both eras of the magazine’s iconic celebrity portraiture, as well as select pieces of ephemera from the early years. Vanity Fair has always been synonymous with entertainment, but when perusing some of the early work, it is not necessarily representative of the word ‘celebrity’ as we know it today, as it was more of artists and forerunners. Albert Einstein, Isadora Duncan, James Joyce – all subjects in the publication – certainly didn’t have their agents and publicists hovering on the sidelines while their portraits were being taken. Of course there were the requisite matinee idols – Jean Harlow, Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., Joan Crawford – all icons, without knowing they were iconic. Their stances, comfortable and relaxed, feel almost candid in their interpretation. 

Gloria Swanson by Edward Steichen. (Originally shot 1924) Vanity Fair, February 1928

In these early days, even the movies were still finding their way, gradually transitioning from silent films to talkies. In the photography realm, there was no Photoshop – only photographer and subject. “Vanity Fair helped invent portrait photography,” says Carter, “when Frank Crowninshield, the first editor, sort of stripped away the gimmickry that was the fashion at the time, and made the pictures spare and modern.” One image, taken in 1924 by early chief photographer Edward Steichen, gives us a hypnotic depiction of a very young Gloria Swanson – and shows the very reason why she got top billing on the marquee. (One of Hollywood’s first great actresses, Swanson later gained her greatest success in taking on a role that mirrored her own career – that of fallen silent film star Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard.) Steichen stated:  “I took a piece of black lace veil and hung it in front of her face. She recognized the idea at once. Her eyes dilated and her look was that of a leopardess, lurking behind leafy shrubbery, watching her prey. You don’t have to explain…her mind works swiftly and intuitively.”   

  Knowing what works when, and why – those inherent traits of its various editors – has kept the magazine in the upper echelon of the American vernacular as one of the foremost arbiters of taste and style. An acquaintance of mine who contributes to the publication, told me not long ago, “To work for them, you must have a story that you – and only you – can tell.”  The magazine thrives because of this resolute air of exclusivity – despite being surrounded by the inundation of gossip doled out by the Perez Hilton’s and TMZ’s who reside solely in a salacious realm of reality. 

  The first issue of round two hit newsstands in 1983, under the tutelage of editor Richard Locke, previously of The New York Times Book Review. He didn’t last long – a mere three issues – before being replaced by Leo Lerman, a former features editor at Vogue.  Lerman too, moved on quickly and in came Tina Brown. This was the era when we denied ourselves nothing. Coke and monetary excess became symbiotic heroes, and Studio 54 usurped the church and synagogue as the celebrity’s chosen place of worship. The savvy British blonde boldly grabbed hold of the period and revamped the magazine, hiring writers like Dominick Dunne and Maureen Orth, and photographers Robert Mapplethorpe, Herb Ritts, and that ultimate Vanity Fair image-maker, Annie Leibovitz. However, Vanity Fair was a financial flatliner. Brown broke out her defibrillators with two photo shoots that gave the publication a much needed publicity jolt. The first involved President and Mrs. Reagan – shot by Harry Benson in 1985.  The concept was an amalgamation of Hollywood and politics – a woman entranced by her husband – who just happened to be the man holding the tethers of the most powerful nation in the world. They danced, they embraced, and in that moment, they became just like us. The second was a series of portraits of socialite Claus von Bülow while he was on trial the second time for attempting to murder his wife, Sunny. Photographed by Helmut Newton, von Bülow appears shameless, bedecked in a sinister black leather jacket. In another portrait, he poses with his mistress at the time, Andrea Reynolds. “I was there that day, when those photos were taken,” says writer Dominick Dunne, who was covering the trial for Vanity Fair. “I attended Sunny’s debutante ball, y’know. And here I was, all these years later (at the trial)…it was so strange, but so fascinating.” In Dunne’s article, (Vanity Fair, August 1985) Claus von Bülow gushes, “This is the first time I’ve actually posed for a picture since my front and side shots.”  In a recent written statement from editor of Creative Development, David Friend: “The magazine’s subjects, in concert with Vanity Fair’s photographers, were pushing photo sessions to their limits in a performance-art satire of their own celebrity. The images were a wink to the reader; postmodern fame was sometimes sustained or amplified by letting the viewer lift the curtain on the artifice required to maintain one’s public persona.”

When actor Rob Lowe was photographed by Nan Goldin back in 1983, he had just completed his first two feature films –  The Outsiders and Class. He was hovering on the cusp of super stardom. “I was just out of high school,”  says the actor. “(I was) totally passionate about acting. This (Vanity Fair shoot) was the beginning of something exciting.”  We are exposed to Lowe’s budding sexual persona; the almost documentarian styling of the photo, combined with his casual reclining stance, makes the image feel almost taboo in its presentation. This is but one example of the magazine’s natural ability to identify future talent. Graydon Carter comments further. “It means that right now, whether it’s fame or infamy, you’ve done something that has affected the culture to such a degree that you should be in the
pages of Vanity Fair.” 

Rob Lowe by Nan Goldin. Vanity Fair, February 1984

Though she had successfully brought the magazine to the public forefront, Tina Brown moved over to Nast’s New Yorker in 1992 at the request of Newhouse, and another editor was brought in. Graydon Carter – formerly of Time and Life, had also co-founded Spy, a publication known for its unflinching irony and wit – and one that had spent a great deal of ink satirizing the very magazine he was taking over. While Brown elevated Vanity Fair with her Tatler-esque gloss, Carter’s journalistic sensibility, infused with a fresh ingenuity, catapulted the magazine to a new level of literary reportage. He hired outspoken intellectual auditors like Christopher Hitchens and Amy Fine Collins. Politics and world affairs got just as much airplay as the Hollywood elite. Within a short period of time, Carter refurbished the publication, replete with a newfound consciousness – as well as an abundance of profit. 

  Of course, people weren’t just buying Vanity Fair for the articles. Early in his tenure, the editor brought in a number of photographic auteurs — including David LaChapelle, Bruce Weber, and Norman Jean Roy – to the Vanity Fair collective. “Most great photos are a real collaboration,” muses Carter. Actress Hilary Swank, who was in the midst of preparing for what would become her Oscar winning performance in Million Dollar Baby, wanted to showcase her new, athletic prowess. “She’d been training for hours a day…(photographer) Norman (Jean Roy) wanted to do something on the beach – so the terrific result is a really great twist on the typical bikini-clad girl at the beach photo.” Carter’s visceral predilection for showcasing celebrities in unusual – and often, overtly sexual – situations continued to appease a now ravenous audience, hungry for his publication.  Take Leibovitz’ March 2006 cover of a nude Scarlett Johansson and Keira Knightley. By photographing two, nubile innocents in an unexpected – albeit almost obtrusive level of eroticism – Carter once again fulfilled his audience with a visual feeding frenzy. His take was not merely savoir-faire, it had become savoir flair. 

Hilary Swank by Norman Jean Roy. Vanity Fair, March 2005

  The Vanity Fair portraits give us an opportunity to pause and take stock; not only to savor their artistry, but to admire the effort. Think what has gone into putting these portraits together – the labor of a photographer, the tenacity of an editor, and the vulnerability of a subject. These things take time. This is not to say when gazing upon these photographs the gratification will not be instant. But there is no doubt that long after the moment has passed, their impact will transcend the fleeting comments of tomorrow’s latest blog, or that never ending myriad of texts. 

Scarlett Johansson and Keira Knightley by Annie Leibovitz. Vanity Fair, March 2006

Vanity Fair Portraits: Photographs 1913–2008, October 26, 2008 –
March 1st, 2009. www.lacma.org