New York City 1977 - 1982

Larry Fink's gelatin silver print, New York City, captures a moment of quiet revelry, or maybe of stilted obligation. Look how the flash freezes the scene, stark and intimate. I imagine Fink prowling the edges of the party, feeling a bit like an outsider even as he's drawn to the energy. What’s it like to raise a lens to these moments of supposed leisure, these social rituals? The man in the suit, mid-sip, could be anyone, and that's part of the point, right? The detritus of celebration—empty bottles, scattered corks—becomes a landscape of its own, a still life born of fleeting interactions. You get the sense that Fink is interested in finding the drama in the everyday, the tension between public performance and private feeling. And in the end it makes you wonder if the best art is the one that embraces the messy and unresolved.