Digging through the back rooms of rock photography history often means slogging through self-aware ridiculously posed press-packet-ready photographs. Why is it that the brief flicker that was Post Punk/No Wave in New York has such a disproportionate number of the most amazing photographs? The fashion is timeless because it’s not fashion at all: fashion is self aware and dictated by the tastes of others. I don’t know what you call this. Amazing?
“Statement Necklace”
Ziggy Stardust Lives. . .hotter than I remember, too.
David Arnoff’s photographs capture the stark heart of the sound that became no wave.
Ever want something so badly you will it into being? I want to work in a space like Andy Warhol’s notorious Silver Factory. They called him Drella, half Cinderella, half Dracula, and that’s exactly who I wanted to be. I wanted to work in a glamorous decay, sex and madness, silver and celluloid. For a while I had it down: an open warehouse space with tinfoil and silver spray paint, the semi-famous someone asleep on the couch while I film a beautiful boy chucking throwing stars at the exposed beams.
. . .well, you know what happend to Warhol. Does anyone else obsess over the Factory scene? Let me know and I can recomend some great reading for you. And if anyone knows where to find a copy or a clip of Chelsea Girls I’ll make them a silver trophy! I didn’t ger shot but I did get away a bit worse for wear. Now I am creating a copper and pink workshop in my tiny loft: I highly reccomend this free approach to a workshop, and I’ll show you how I did it in the next posting.
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