I’ve been patiently waiting since last year for the “Everybody Street” documentary to drop. The documentary aims to illuminates the lives and work of New York’s iconic street photographers and the incomparable city that has inspired them for decades. The documentary pays tribute to the spirit of street photography through a cinematic exploration of New York City, and captures the visceral rush, singular perseverance and at times immediate danger customary to these artists.
The feature length highlights the work of Bruce Davidson , Elliott Erwitt, Jill Freedman, Bruce Gilden, Joel Meyerowitz, Rebecca Lepkoff, Mary Ellen Mark, Jeff Mermelstein, Clayton Patterson, Ricky Powell, Jamel Shabazz, Martha Cooper, Jeff Mermelstein, and Boogie, with Max Kozloff and Luc Sante.
More information here.
Been watching my good friend Leanne put this exhibition together all by herself and I can’t wait to see the final results at the private view this Thursday.
Wavy vibes, free drink and good weather. This is definitely not one to miss.
Leanne Petersen presents ‘i bought this for the cover’ a photography exhibition that documents the obsession a selected few have with print media in particular with magazines. The exhibition looks to explore what draws one to a magazine cover and why.
205 Royal College St,
Don’t know to much about photographer, William Eggleston.. but I do know I love his work.
If you prefer your art books to be of the pleasantly sophisticated kind, Daniel Cronin’s The Gathering of the Juggalos is probably not what you’re looking for. You would be missing out, though.
In case you’re not familiar with Juggalos and Jugalettes, they are hardcore fans of the notorious and widely mocked horrorcore rap duo Insane Clown Posse. With clown-painted faces and an arsenal of their staple drink Faygo, thousands of them descend on a campground in the godforsaken village of Cave-In-Rock, Illinois every summer for The Gathering: a five-day festival that mostly revolves around outrageous partying, worryingly named ‘psycho-porn’ orgies and frenzied worshipping of ICP.
To many, Juggalos represent the lowest crop of American society – dropouts, orphans and working-class outcasts with a shared love for the glorification of serial killers. Up until a few years ago, there had had been far more media commentary on ICP’s unsettling lyrical tendencies than on their fans’ unapologetic devotion to their favourite band. And there is, indeed, a certain mysterious appeal to the fervent fanatic culture that brings these people together. In our information age (to succumb to a tired cliché) where so many boast slightly-below-surface knowledge of every subgenre ever, or a cosmic ability to namedrop every new chill-wave-cloud-rapper to come out of Tumblr, Juggalos embody a brand of diehard fan culture that feels regrettably rare today. It demands a level of loyalty – even in the face of the harsh critique and at times downright hate projected at ICP – that doesn’t really lend itself to endless strings of fleeting Soundcloud uploads. This might be the reason why Danny Brown, after performing the Gathering last year, declared that he would love to have a fan base like the Juggalos one day.
There are, of course, legitimate concerns about some aspects of the Juggalo culture born out of real incidents of violence and outright misogyny. While the FBI’s official identification of the entire group as ‘loosely organized criminals’ feels like a ridiculously misguided and hyperbolic move, the Gathering has been described by people such as journalist Camille Dodero (who wrote the first in-depth piece on The Gathering as well as the introduction to Cronin’s book) as more than a little scary. Juggalos have also been linked to murder on more than one occasion, which has, neither surprisingly or unfairly, led to questions about what values are really being glorified by ICP and their fans. But, as we should all know, extremists rarely tell the whole story on behalf of entire groups; black metal is just one of many subcultures that have suffered under prejudices elicited by the actions of disturbed individuals.
Daniel Cronin recognises this, and this is presumably one of the reasons why he has returned to the Gathering three years in a row to document the real antics of what many love to write off as raging, redneck teenagers hell-bent on idolising “The World’s Worst Band”. From that point of view, it would be easy to expect his images to show Juggalos in defiant stances, defensively staring back at the camera with the bitter determination of a loser who will never again let a bully have the pleasure of stepping on him. But instead of sensationalising his subjects, Daniel Cronin portrays The Gathering in a far less Columbine-evoking light, by capturing Juggalos on their own, surprisingly serene, turf: not burning cars and hurling bottles of piss at Tila Tequila, but loitering around in a typical festival environment with all its associated beer swigging, nude barbecuing and cringe-worthy fancy dressing. Not all that much different from your average Glastonbury attendee, then.
Cronin’s photographs offer a far less scandalous view of The Gathering and its misunderstood people; freakish, yes – but hardly hostile or rancorous. It doesn’t attempt to make excuses or glamourize, but it does give Juggalos a face beyond the hate-inciting, clown-faced monsters they’re so often dismissed as.
The Gathering of the Juggalos is out now, published by Prestel.
Treor Traynor is a beast behind the lens. These Lowrider shots are heavy.
I never get tired of looking at Shabazz‘s photos of old NYC.
His name is Dustin Hoffman, he lives in NYC and he’s a bad boy shooter. Not much more to add.
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Last week Friday my amazingly talented friend and BNTL sister Lauren Michelle Pires blessed the pages of ES Magazine with a beautiful 5 page spread of her photographs covering London Fashion Week. Definitely make sure you keep an eye on her, there’s a LOT more good stuff to come from the young o.g.