Juergen Teller - Awailable

Famous for his intimate, rough and ready style of fashion photography - as seen in the likes of The Face and i-D - it was always doubtful whether Teller's work had enough substance to enable him to mount a successful gallery exhibition. Sure enough, his brass and chutzpah, whilst momentarily distracting, has worn seriously thin by the time we make it through all four rooms of photographs. An image of some foliage, taken near Teller's family home in Bavaria, is the most intriguing piece here - causing us to double-take in order to confirm the scale of the image we are viewing. It turns out to be a fascinating red herring amid a smorgasbord of self-indulgent miscellanea and tired narcissism. An image of Marilyn Manson, his gormless face resting against his lover's crotch, is so empty and contrived that it might as well be a blank sheet of paper. By the time we reach the fabulously tedious Gisele In My Bath (2006), this reviewer is frankly finding it hard to stay awake. A disposable exhibition for a disposable photographer. [Jay Shukla]