In the persona of Andre S. Solidor, veteran photographer Elliott Erwitt plunges deeply into the kookier excesses of contemporary photography. Connotation, denotation, relevance, Andre S. Solidors best masterpiece to date features an exuberantly eclectic selection of topics--smoking fish heads, pneumatic mannequins in inconguous poses, not to mention some up-close and personal shots of Solidor himself. Plus for all you postmodernist groupies out these, theres context and commentary galore. Did we mention the gratuitous nudity?