I found a bag of photo negatives when I was drunk one night in Madrid. And being drunk, I took them home with me. In the bag, alongside almost 70 pounds of negs, were a photographer's work permit and a shoe with a built-up heel.
Selections from Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere, Team Gallery, New York City, March 18-April 17. Dashwood Books is publishing a limited-edition monograph of this series in conjunction with the exhibition. It will be out on March 18.
To keep you updated on the wonderful new material coming out on VBS.TV, here are Q&As with Richard Kern and Andy Capper, who are respectively responsible for two of next month's gems on the channel, Shot by Kern Europe and Swansea Love Story.
We moved Sunday to Monday because Sunday turned out to be the day for uninvited visitors. When we tried to keep Sunday as a day of rest, for pastimes such as reading, writing letters, exploring, or the complex routines of bathing, we found ourselves const…
Thomas Ruff has his roots in the type of sterile, objective photography that loves water towers, silos, and other vertical piles of industrial cement that somehow became a big part of German photography's legacy.
In the summer of 1976, I was asked to photograph the entire Christmas issue of French Vogue. Roman Polanski, Nastassja Kinski, and I met in the Seychelles Islands, one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.
After suffering through the nation's worst and most concentrated examples of racial violence, industrial collapse, serial arson, crack war, and municipal bankruptcy following years of municipal kleptocracy, Detroit is being descended on by a plague of rep…
We first saw Coley Brown in some photos that Ryan McGinley took, and when we called him up to ask what it was like to drive around the country with Ryan, he told us all these stories about running naked through sand dunes in electrical storms and climbing…
British photographer Val Wilmer had her earliest work published 50 years ago. She started the first women's-only photo agency, campaigned for women's and civil rights, and is one of Britain's leading experts on jazz and blues.
We will probably never know the proper names of some of our favorite photographers of the last century. You see, these people were not working for the sake of artistic glory. Instead, they served a totalitarian state apparatus.
That was the 90s, when identity politics were new and exciting and when Catherine Opie was pretty much the official documentary photographer of the lesbian/gay/transgender/BDSM/radical-performance-art community.