I’ve always been fascinated by the dark underbelly.
There’s something about the old traveling vaudeville shows and carnivals and the old freaks shows that used to be a part of them that fasciate me. The life of a vagabond. There’s something mysterious about it. Something I want to come close to, but not too close. You don’t want to get so close that you can actually lift the curtain and see what’s really behind it or you might be sucked in and destroyed somehow. It almost seems top have a tangible energy around it. For this reason, I’d get my safe fix blu reading some Hubert Selby, Jr. or some Bukowski. It’s enough to get a taste without necessarily going all in.
I’d like to eventually put together a photography book of portraits of carnies.
For now, here’s a small and safe little peek behind the veil. Enjoy.