If ‘odd’ were a compliment, it would sum up Chris Curreri’s considered, impeccable photographs, which resist deciphering even though no tricks are used. The five monochromes in this show’s title series, ‘Beside Myself’ (2011), for instance, feature waist-up views of a man who either exercises constantly, is genetically blessed, or both. Startlingly attractive, he exemplifies the masculine ideal that populates today’s fitness magazines and that previously symbolized intellectual and spiritual perfection, rather than the grotesquery of MuscleMag. So far, so unremarkable. What catches our attention is the ectoplasmic material hiding his head, neither cloth, nor digital effect, nor glib: knowing that the head covering is dough doesn’t dispel our interest.