With all the cruelty of the world right in our faces, is Diane Arbus’s bleak style of confrontational art what we need in this moment? The 20th-century American photographer's largest retrospective to date, currently on view at Manhattan’s Park Avenue Armory, left hakimbishara disappointed. Curated by Matthieu Humery, “Constellation” comprises 455 prints spanning Arbus’s 15-year art career installed on a labyrinth of black scaffolding. Despite their volume and scope, reflecting several periods of the artist’s development, the prints are displayed in no particular order, neither chronological nor thematic. Visitors wander through a dimly lit maze of randomly hung photographs, carelessly bundling together distinctly different subject matter — a mélange of Upper Manhattan bourgeois couples, carnival workers, nudist hippies, and “woman impersonators” — with zero context apart from a terse timeline of the artist’s life on a wall outside the exhibition. Humery, who once pronounced, “I do...