Im fascinated with youth and I got that from a combination of living in USA where everything is based around the unhealthy obsession of youth and the preservation of it at seemingly any social cost. The age from about 17 to about 30 are interesting times for me to document, because it was a time of great stress and confusion for me and when I look back on it now, with the benefit of hindsight, I can see how others confront their identities and try to fit in to a scene or niche in order to survive the perceived social balance that you think you need to adhere to in order to be accepted.
This particular image attracts me primarily because of the striking nature of light, and then the unveiling of an intricate social anomaly being revealed behind the wall of smoke. This wonderful non verbal communication/interaction which involves the photographer who in turn passes that on to you the viewer and ultimately you are part of the process of non verbal interactivity communication.
Steve Ignorant was in the band Crass, a punk band form 77-84. I was too young to be directly into them but my brother was and I distinctly remember the artwork and the politics which was all Regan/Thatcher scaremongering and economic blue-collar woes of England and subsequently Ireland too.
Living here in Seattle and reading that book took me back to being a 5-10yo right back in the heart of it all. Funnily enough Im back on the dole and life’s about to change again, the weather is different and the people around here talk funny, otherwise nothings changed.. well it has but its come back to where it was all those years ago like we learned nothing from it.
Its the first book Ive read in years, and for me its light because I know the language and the territory. ISBN978-0956674609
Go on have a go.
There are things happening around me, things I have allowed myself to believe I can’t control, though they are not necessarily causing me any undue panic. Things I know I should be taking care of but I am not because I feel deep down in my gut, that they are not entirely all that important on the grand scheme of things. Things like my citizenship, I should have taken care if that at at the end of last year, but I didn’t and the same rationale then as. Ow is in my head for not doing it then as now; ultimately, I want a reason to come back to the US; I want to come back to the certainty of a job and a place to live because I ultimately believe that I haven’t saved enough money to do exactly all the things I am discovering that I want to be doing, like more traveling. A lot more traveling, and I want to be engaged in photography on a more international level whether that be self funded or otherwise. Work or pleasure, but definitely socially aware.
I think the last ten years of living has been a party for me, coasting along in comfort mode satisfied with the knowledge that I actually jumped off the side of the earth and survived, and in fact flourished. Complacency was a gift to myself in reward for actually achieving. But that’s a whole other story.
Certain things are running out, household things, supplies, what were once necessities. To quote Derek Jarman as he was degenerating from aids, he caught himself window shopping for shoes, and realized that he didn’t have much time left, his words were “aren’t these shoes good enough to walk me out of life?” In the same way I feel that there are things that I generally do to make the ship that is my life, run smoothly and so, I periodically replenish necessities. However, now I’m finding that I’m letting things go, change is coming, and I want it to be a shedding and a purge also. Saturns return. 40 is the big one, and I’m feeling good about it, time for change, time to loosen the grip on the fear and insecurity that youth brings.