Opening at Anna Leonowens Gallery of NSCAD tonight
Jonathan Canady “7.25.14 Study (Iraq / American Werewolf in London)”
Saturday Night. Our only upcoming show.
Photos by Miron Zownir
Can you tell us the period of your life when you were documenting the “sex piers” ofNew York located between Westside highway and the Hudson River, from what I gather it was a pretty intense time?
I would say it was the time when the sexual revolution was at its peak. It is strange and sad that with the outbreak of Aids many hopes and dreams about sexual or any kind of freedom got shattered. In the early eighties there was little fear of such a devastating epidemical outbreak. New York was boasting with its sexual vibration. Every nightclub and even the streets where full of exotics, sexual misfits and freaks. The society was still hungry for all kinds of different artistic expressions. It was a time when a real change in taste, attitude, expression or style came from the streets into the media and not vice versa as it is today. Life wasn’t as organized and people weren’t so obsessed with health, money and fame. In the seventies and early eighties it was hard to find anyone who didn’t smoke, drink, abuse drugs or fuck with a condom. And the moral opposition didn’t have much to object about it. Nobody cared about them. The Sex piers at the West Side Highway was one of the many places that demonstrated that “I do what I want”-spirit. Of cause it was more secluded and purely for homosexuals. Not even the drag queens where welcomed there. But it was an anarchistic-like playground for people getting out of the closet to let their steam off.
The hero’s of that time where Bukowski, Burroughs, Crump or the Sid Vicious and not Lady Gaga, Harry Potter, Lagerfeld or that royal sister, what’s her name?