Andy Warhol/David Lynch/William Burroughs, Photographers' Gallery - exhibition review

These three separate shows purport to present significant cultural figures in an unfamiliar guise. As he is reimagined by each generation of young artists, Andy Warhol’s life and career becomes increasingly rich. The Warhol who transfixes artists today is less the painter of superstars than an obsessive documenter and archivist. His capture of everyday rituals, such as the mundane photos he snapped as he went about his daily life that feature here, fit with an age where everything, however banal, is recorded and shared online.

The photos were taken on a Minox “point and shoot” camera, whose portability Warhol loved. We see the celebrities he met — a champagne-drinking Jerry Hall, whose portrait is repeated after being developed with different density and contrast and stitched together — but most of this fascinating show is beautifully framed off-the-cuff stuff: rubbish bags, a manhole cover, shop windows and flea-market bric-a-brac. A different take on his fascination with stardom also features, in what must be one of his last photos: a snap of paparazzi gathered for Arnold Schwarzenegger and Maria Shriver, taken in 1987 — he died in February that year.

The other two shows are intriguing rather than powerful. Burroughs’s works are often tiny and only on occasion lifted beyond ephemera: a sequence capturing the chaos around a New York car crash is brilliant; and Lynch’s black and white shots of factories, most disused, are a curious counterpoint to the high colour of his films but feel slight: industrial decay is an easy subject with which to create atmosphere and mystery.

Until March 30 (020 7087 9300, thephotographersgallery.org)