nan goldin

goldin’s intimate snapshots of drag queens, drug addicts, friends and family ooze chemical highs and gut-wrenching lows, passionate loves and tragic losses. to me, it is a new kind of fucking-amazing.

nan goldin is a documentary photographer. her works have grown on me firmly over time. i can confidently assume that without understanding her life and its context it’d be difficult to appreciate her work as a piece of art or anything more.

after weeks of searching i finally found a book on nan goldin; the devil’s playground. except it was the only copy the book specialist had and because nobody has ever wanted it it was in a storage room full of reduced books. the employee there said it would be impractical to go through all the books to find that particular book. i understood their stance. he said they’ll have a sale of reduced books later this month and that he’ll let me know as soon as the date is set. and when i do get notified, i will run there and geit it before some arty-farty-extravaganza geek put their hand on it.