Courtney by Hedi

I had seen pictures of that photoshoot, but somehow didn’t blog about it. Then Mary sent me the picture below. This has to be the best one from this session.

Courtney by Hedi
Courtney Love by Hedi Slimane
(the Courtney picture is way down, if you don’t mind scrolling through all the skinny rock stuff, had to close my eyes.)

Earlier: Never The Bride

The Castro in the 70s

The fun East Village Boys has an excellent post about and by photographer Dan Nicoletta, a friend and photographer of Harvey Milk and the Castro of the 70s. Below are just three pictures out of many. Make sure to head over to evb.

Nicolatta

“(above right) Divine terrorizing the Trockadero Dance Club, October 29, 1978. He had just thrown an entire cake into the audience, nailing many, and was on his way to the other side of the stage to tear down the Trock”™s other white and silver faux palm trees. I guess he didn”™t like the decor. This was just after his starring role in John Water”™s, Female Trouble.”

uuuuuhhhh hot
Castro Street cruising, August, 1976

The recently released “œMilk: A Harvey Milk Pictorial Biography“, foreword by Armistead Maupin, introduction by Lance Black, the screenwriter of the film “œMILK”. It features many photographs by Dan Nicoletta.

(via omgblog)

Caking Night

Caking Night
Caking Night by Homer Sykes
Currently in an exhibition at Tate Britain

“Caking Night in Dungworth (1974) was shot in the Royal Hotel, Dungworth, Yorkshire, a small village on the outskirts of Sheffield. The “caking” usually took place on 1 November. (It was a local tradition associated with All Souls’ Day, where “soul cakes” were offered to poor Christian neighbours.) Competitors concealed their identity by wearing a mask or fancy dress, which by tradition had to be of local significance. Having paraded silently from lounge to public bar and back again so their voices didn’t give their identity away, the competitors went upstairs to be judged. In this picture the judging had taken place and one participant, still disguised, was supping a pint of beer through a straw. I liked the neat surreal nature of the disguise. His gloves contrasted with the couple in their woollen jumpers, slacks and pointy collars. Caking night no longer takes place.” (source)

It reminds me a bit of Newfoundland Mummers, whom I find just as much intriguing.