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Mark Morrisroe (Twin Palms)

Publisher: Santa Fe, New Mexico: Twin Palms Publishers, 1999
Edition: 1st Edition
ISBN: 0944092624
Condition: Fine / Fine
Item #: 109252

$50.00

Specifics

First edition, first printing. Hardcover. Yellow cloth-covered boards with title and text stamped in red and black on cover and spine, with photographically illustrated dust jacket. Photographs and text by Mark Morrisroe. Essay by Klaus Ottmann. Includes a list of plates. Designed by Jack Woody. Unpaginated (220 pp.), with 200 four-color plates beautifully printed in Hong Kong on heavy matte paper. 10-1/4 x 7-3/4 inches. This first edition was limited to 4000 copies.

Condition

Fine in Fine dust jacket. A Mint copy.

Description

From Nan Goldin, Mark Morrisroe and the publisher: "'Mark was an outlaw on every front-sexually, socially and artistically. He was marked by his dramatic and violent adolescence as a teenage prostitute with a deep distrust and a fierce sense of his uniqueness. I met him in Art School in 1977; he left shit in my mailbox as a gesture of friendship. Limping wildly down the halls in his torn t-shirts, calling himself Mark Dirt, he was Boston's first punk. He developed into a photographer with a completely distinctive artistic vision and signature. Both his pictures of his lovers, close friends, and objects of desire, and his touching still lifes stand as timeless fragments of his life, resonating with sexual longing, loneliness, and loss.' (Nan Goldin)

'It kills me to look at my old photographs of rmyself and my friends. We were such beautiful, sexy kids but we always felt bad because we thought we were ugly at the time. It was because we were such outcasts in high school and so unpopular. We believed what other people said. If any one of us could have seen how attractive we really were we might have made something better of our lives. I'm the only guy that I know who wanted to runaway to be a prostitute.' (Mark Morrisroe)

Mark Morrisroe (1959-1989 ) carried a bullet in his chest and a Polaroid camera with him at all times. The former fired from the gun of a disgruntled john, the latter a gift from the Polaroid Corporation. His life was cut short, but the photographs he took remain-lush, anguished, and comedic depictions of a life consumed by ambition and disaster."