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.
McGinley's snapshot nature of his work underlined youthfulness and how radical it was, and the overwhelming New York City machine had no responsibility for his success whatsoever, which is part and parcel of why he has become this odd, mythic creature for young people.
It’s hot. Sticky. It’s August in Brooklyn and the sounds and smells hang on each other in the humidity like a reverberating smog. Great day to sprawl out on the beach, actually. Ward Roberts sits across from me, his latest published series, “Flotsam,” a stunning peach-toned coffee table book, open in front of me.