I have just received in a large brown paper parcel a copy of Judith Aronson’s book, Likenesses. I’ve always liked and admired her photographs, some of which we acquired when I was at the NPG. She knew Avedon when she was a student, but they are much less direct and confrontational than his, more meditative and much more often informal. They’re photographs of a world we have lost (or maybe it’s only I who have lost it), of writers and intellectuals, when ideas ruled the world. I think they’ve just gone on display in Cambridge University Library.