Club Cornich, New York City 1977

Editor: Here we have Larry Fink’s "Club Cornich, New York City" from 1977, a gelatin silver print. It’s a crowded scene, captured in stark black and white, that feels both intimate and distant at the same time. All these dark corners and candid portraits… what do you make of it? Curator: It's got that beautiful '70s grit. You can almost smell the spilled drinks and cheap perfume, can't you? It takes me back! Fink was a master of social documentary, not in a detached way, but like he'd grabbed a piece of the party for you, flaws and all. It is honest. See how he’s playing with light? Almost aggressive with the flash, highlighting individuals while casting shadows everywhere else. What does it suggest to you? Editor: It makes me think about the fleeting nature of those moments. How one flash can freeze a version of reality that’s probably far from the truth. The expressions are so varied too. Some are performing, others look completely lost in their own worlds. Curator: Precisely. There’s a performance happening, a desperate craving to be noticed. Fink captures that duality perfectly. It’s not just about recording what he sees; it’s about revealing the unspoken, that hum underneath the chatter and disco. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it, what we're all *really* searching for? Editor: Definitely! I’ll be thinking about this image for a while. It really challenges the way you think about portraiture, and how much we read into faces in a crowd. Curator: Yes, perhaps next time you’re out you will carry with you Fink’s spirit for truth and beauty.