The lives and tastes of so-called old money—old, that is, in the American sense—are the subject of the photographer Buck Ellison’s staged tableaux and cheeky, deadpan still-lifes. Through these images, Ellison goads us to contemplate not just the existence of an American ruling class but the invisible lineaments of wealth, power, and race that undergird it. “It’s so clear to me that one of the main things that perpetuates inequality is our silence around it,” he says. What Old Money Looks like in America, and Who Pays for It.

 

The lives and tastes of so-called old money—old, that is, in the American sense—are the subject of the photographer Buck Ellison’s staged tableaux and cheeky, deadpan still-lifes. Through these images, Ellison goads us to contemplate not just the existence of an American ruling class but the invisible lineaments of wealth, power, and race that undergird it. “It’s so clear to me that one of the main things that perpetuates inequality is our silence around it,” he says.

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