THE SOUTH AFRICAN ARTIST Zanele Muholi’s self-portraits seem familiar at first: a sullenly glamorous, steady-eyed, dark-skinned woman, dressed up in what could be a nearly National Geographic vision of Third World exoticism. Except—wait, is that necklace made out of clothespins? And what is that pythonlike thing wrapped around her neck? “My travel pillows,” she says, laughing, when we talk in November in New York, where her work is on display at Yancey Richardson Gallery. “Turned back to front.” The effect is beautiful, playful, and disarming, but it’s the stories they tell that matter most to Muholi: The one with the jeweled tiara, for instance, is a reference to how, until apartheid ended in 1991, only white women could be crowned Miss South Africa (nonwhite women could become Miss Africa South).…
