• A Couple from Venice Beach

    It's 1967 and a chick I met a couple of days ago is letting me crash on the floor in the garage apartment she shares with her boyfriend in Venice Beach. The boyfriend tells me we are close to a Black Panther chapter and a few nights ago a couple of...

  • The Sexy Witch and the Typical Male Asshole

    After photographing a bunch of religious cultists in the Angeles Mountains in 1987 I made friends with one of the witches, who claimed to have known me in a previous life.

  • Young Love on Skates

    It's 1965 and I'm killing time on a two-lane blacktop in a yellow 1968 Volkswagen Karmann Ghia and I've got ten empty frames on a roll of Kodachrome. A blue neon skate, bright in the night sky, directs me into a roller rink.

  • On Having Nothing Better to Do

    When you're young, bored, and have easy access to Seconal, bad things tend to happen.

  • Trials and Tribulations of a Portrait Photographer

    In 1978 I was working at a portrait studio in a mall in Orange County and living with my soon-to-be ex-wife. She had given me the green light to sleep around, but I was still miserable.

  • Scot Sothern's First NYC Solo Show Opens Thursday

    If you happen to be in New York City on Thursday and aren't trying to wedge yourself underneath your radiator, Scot Sothern is having a show at Daniel Cooney gallery in Chelsea.

  • Scot Sothern Hopes You Hate His Photos of Prostitutes

    Which is weird, 'cos it took him 20 years to sleep with them all.

  • How to Stage a Felony

    In 1979 a guy I knew at a photo agency in LA told me he could market phony crime photos to true-crime magazines, so I invited some of the neighborhood guys over and told them to bring a date and a weapon.

  • Chiggers and Salvation Somewhere in Alabama

    My body was infested with chiggers and I had just pissed myself when I decided to get baptized.

  • Boners and Vampires in the San Gabriel Mountains

    It's 1985, and I’m on a mountain in the Angeles National Forest, and someone has opened the gates to the loony bin. A three-day shindig for alternate religions: witches, warlocks, Satanists, doomsday Christians, Unarians from outer space, ghosts and...

  • Another Dumpy Motel Room

    1988. I’m alone in the night, driving slowly, when a whore materializes from a thick puff of fog. I brake and flip on my wipers and park the Camaro under a streetlamp. The whore appears at my passenger-side door and fumbles with the handle. I unlock it...

  • Too Many Motherfuckin' Ugly People

    She’s tall and solid with a Halloween afro and a leopard print mini-dress. Her name is Supreme and she climbs into my Camaro and asks if I’m looking to party. I tell her as a matter of fact I’m looking to party hearty and what’s it gonna cost me for a...