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I was one of the curious, Michael Mathers writes, explaining how he came to be in the home of an elderly woman, who is reading auras. Curious, however just doesn't do him justice, the self-described visual dog in heat, whose hunger impels him into a skid Row hotel has him stepping over a pile of 8 inch rubber penises, draws him to a slaughterhouse, a funeral home, a drag queen ball. Takes him to Fossil,Oregon. And leads him over and over again to the homes of his friends. As is my nature, he writes. I brought my camera.
Powerful individually, as a collection, these portraits overwhelm you, if at first, we are sure which people are straight, which are not soon we are lost. Who, really, are the gargoyles here? About to look out through the window at the stupid bastards who pay to stare at her, the carnival fat lady is sure she knows who the real freaks are.
There are no candids in this collection: over and again Mathers had to ask if he could make a picture. Not take it. What he takes are chances, exposing not merely film of himself to such strange flowerings.
Condition: Soft Cover, this white cover is yellowed and faded around the edges, but the pages within are clean. Madrona publishers, Seattle, 1979, appears to be a first edition. Unnumbered Pages, approximately 150, WHS stamp inside front cover of book, all else very good
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