The unflinching gaze of Nan Goldin, ABR Arts
‘“It’s as if my hand were a camera,” Nan Goldin wrote in 1986, as much a part of her everyday life as talking, eating or sex. Her camera was just as commonplace, at that time, in her friends’ lives, capturing them naked or semi-clothed in bed, eyes closed in the shower, sprawled on towels at the beach, or masturbating. Historical markers abound: a red telephone with spiral cord, cassette players, a cheeseburger radio, Playboy magazines, a Kathy Acker book on a beach towel, Cyndi Lauper on a dim blue TV screen.’ ABR Arts
