“Tour is landing on a restaurant fifteen people find acceptable; becoming unintentionally intimate with complete strangers; learning how to sweet-talk authoritative figures who don’t speak your language; and the most fun you can have with your pants on the majority of the time. If you’re a bitch, it’s gonna suck,” says Olivia Jaffe. “But if you’re doing it right, you’re Butch Cassidy’s Wild Bunch. It’s rock and roll sleep-away camp for the ones that refuse to grow up but know how to love right.”
Photographer Olivia Jaffe is rock and roll. Not the seemingly glamorous, groupie-love type of rock and roll, but the true guts and grit of rock and roll; the sweaty, bloody, ugly, and yes, at times, hairy, side of rock and roll. Complete with long jet-black hair, tattoos and a striking, big-eyed gaze, the LA-based photographer oozes realness, and it transpires through her photo work.
Combining her photo-assisting experience, under Lauren Dukoff, with her deep-rooted love of music, Jaffe hopped on a US tour with a friend’s band. After living out of a tour bus for the first time, and documenting their cross-country travels, Jaffe quickly became a full-blown rock and roll photography addict.
“I started regularly touring with and photographing The Shrine about four years ago, and made it my mission to find and photograph the greatest living shit-heads the world over,” Jaffe says.