“The arts are not a way of making a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
John Simon Ritchie aka Sid Vicious
Sid Vicious. Bassist. The Sex Pistols.
Punk. Never really heard
much but always liked the image. In
London around Picadilly Circus I had seen groups of youths with purple mohawks
and leather around 2006. I was taking pictures and they ducked and the girls
swore at me. Really mean looking guys,
all clutching brown paper bags with liquor bottles inside. One sweeter and less abusive one told me she
would get them to pose for a quid. I
played along and gave her a coin. And
they did! Goddamn it Punk sold out! And,
what a show. Tongue studs, group poses, tattoos, I started laughing at them and
they turned out to be just kids making a quick buck . Not tough at all. Kind of sweet as they sat huddled
together sharing cigarettes and chewing gum waiting for tourists to take their
picture. The first girl told me she may
go on to “Uni”. Well, hope she did. I’m sure they are not all that sweet, but
there was really not much aggression compared to the image. Kids hanging out in Five points, Atlanta
seemed more dangerous (and probably are!).
The pickup was in an empty lot near home in Pashan, Pune.