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. Solidor's "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, there's context and commentary galore. Did we mention the gratuitous nudity?