Disneyland With No People
My encounter with a giant of American photography
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“A rock in Disneyland, Cal. 1962” (© The Estate of Diane Arbus)ViewfinderDisneyland With No PeopleMy encounter with a giant of American photographyBy Steve MartinPhotographs by Diane ArbusJune 11, 2026, 9 AM ET ShareSave Listen−1.0x+Seek0:007:41When I was 17, I worked at Fantasyland’s magic shop as a magician demonstrating Svengali decks, cups and balls, and the Incredible (their word) Shrinking Die. I loved working to exhaustion, and I was proud to become the shop’s youngest night manager. When Disneyland’s summer hours were extended to 9 p.m. on weekdays and midnight on weekends, I was in heaven. I could watch date night unfold, allowing me to observe and absorb teen romantic norms.
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