Wonder: The Photos of Stephanie Chernikowski
Chernikowski's 35mm black-and-white stills (a sampling of which is included in the Museum of Modern Art’s Looking at Music: Side 2 exhibit this fall) exude more than just an appreciation for the magnetic personalities they capture, but also a sense of discovery.
"My encounters with Jean-Michel Basquiat were frequently intense. We both rented from Andy Warhol and shared a courtyard, but we didn’t really know each other. I looked out the back window one day and saw Jean-Michel and his assistant in their doorway waving, so I waved back. They waved more frantically, so I opened the door. Jean-Michel said, “There’s a dead guy out here, what should we do?" I suggested they call 911. They did, and after the police inspected, we were informed that the deceased, who had a screwdriver sticking out of his back pocket, had “jumped, fallen, or was pushed.” We never learned which."
In recent years, 1970s New York has attained the cultural status of an enshrined era: an almost mythological time during which creativity soared in the wake of economic collapse. Fascination with this era naturally centers upon a host of its extraordinary figures -- figures whose sympathetic ideas about art gave rise to both the Downtown Scene and Punk Rock. While their artistic legacies are certainly well preserved in their own enduring works, the era’s extensive photographic record provides today’s onlookers with added insights into their legendary life stories.
To hear any number of photographer Stephanie Chernikowski’s enthralling anecdotes from this dynamic segment of New York’s history -- such as the one involving Basquiat above – is to be regaled by one of modern art’s most passionate disciples and practitioners. A New Yorker of some 35 years, she can count amongst her life’s accomplishments the transfiguration of urban documentary into a rich body of powerfully intimate art. Her 35mm black-and-white stills (a sampling of which is included in the Museum of Modern Art’s Looking at Music: Side 2 exhibit this fall) exude more than just an appreciation for the magnetic personalities they capture, but also a sense of discovery. The secret ingredient, I would suggest, is wonder.
A restless Floridian, I myself moved to Manhattan in the fall of 2005 bundled up for college at NYU. Four years later, my exiting impressions of the place were that of a metropolis still vivacious and frenetic but essentially tame. Although the borough’s rich character remains far from uninteresting, experience holds that a nighttime stroll down the Bowery in 2009 entails about as much danger, if not less, as the weekend rush at IKEA. By all accounts, the same statement could scarcely be made even 20 years ago. With the increased security of the post-Giuliani era, it’s become easy to forget that, through the 1970s, a large part of Gotham’s allure was colored by its permeating seediness. Even more remarkable, though, is the fact that a uniquely vibrant cultural movement was able to take root amid such rampant urban decay.
New York City as it gleamed, beacon-like, for Chernikowski and other artists, represented a modern bastion of creativity. The spontaneity of her move, in 1975, from East Texas to an apartment on MacDougal Street subsequently assumes an air of purposefulness when one considers the remarkable career she undertook shortly thereafter. Nonetheless, the photographer recalls her motives for migration as being largely undefined. In an email she wrote,
"It was very impulsive. My partner of many years decided to move to Boston and asked me if I wanted to keep the apartment we shared. I had just recently gotten into photography, didn’t know what I didn’t know, and had always wanted to live in New York City, so I told him no and moved to Greenwich Village."
When asked about her earliest impressions of the city, Chernikowski remains a fountain of enthusiasm:
"The city was broke and rents were cheap, so it was teeming with creative people. I was bedazzled, more fascinated by the ruins of abandoned buildings, with layer after layer of peeling paint, than put off by them. The first performances I saw were Patti Smith, and Rudolf Nureyev and Margot Fontaine. The first time I went to CBGB, Television played and Talking Heads opened. I must have seen Taxi Driver ten times. It transformed the city’s sleaze into a ballet of lights and sounds with its brilliant camera work. The streets became my studio.”
Unsurprisingly, the city’s influence is a ubiquitous force in her work, coming through either in the austere furniture of raggedly domesticated industrial spaces or the sometimes-startling gauntness of the subjects themselves. People are products of their environments, or so they say, and one certainly gets a sense of this when looking at the world through Chernikowski’s viewfinder. By her own admission, further influences come from the black-and-white films of Federico Fellini, Michelangelo Antonioni, and Ingmar Bergman, as well as still photographers such as Henri Cartier-Bresson, Robert Frank, Richard Avedon, and early Annie Liebovitz.
Nevertheless, it’s Sid who commands attention, his own sights seemingly set upon a target in the middle distance that only he can see. He’s decked out like Marlon Brando in The Wild One, minus the hat, and his left leg’s cocked inward in a half-conscious imitation of Elvis. Vicious was a known attention junkie who desperately craved adulation and obsessed over his appearance. His suicide note even specified that he be buried just the way he is pictured here. His self-obsession indeed comes through in the photo, leaving the viewer torn between fascination and pity. He was the worst kind of role model: the archetypal addict of fame, and yet his legendary status as punk rock personified endures because he was, irrevocably, a true star. To deem him an artist is to take it too far, but he was, nonetheless, one of the boldest personalities of an age rife with dynamos.
Poring over Chernikowski’s photographs like this, one starts to understand and appreciate the artist’s gift for discovery and -- as I suggested earlier on -- her sense of wonder. Given some of the superb images she has been able to capture, many of her greatest successes seem to have come about by virtue of her receptiveness towards her subject’s personalities. It’s a quality that, in Chernikowski’s case, fate has certainly rewarded. She landed her first job as a photographer with the Village Voice on a whim. In seemingly no time, she had received her first assignment -- to shoot legendary Big Star singer/songwriter Alex Chilton. In her own words:
"I met Alex when the Voice gave me my first assignment, to shoot him. He had moved to the city the day before, and when I got there for the shoot, his girlfriend Lesa had just left to return to Memphis where they had been living. He was heartbroken and I spent most of the shoot listening to him mourn his loss. We became fast friends. We still are. I had wandered into the Voice a few weeks earlier with photos of a South African musician I had heard they were doing a story on. They loved the pictures and gave me a huge spread."
“I’ve never had goals,” says Chernikowski, “I’ve enjoyed being led around by my eyes. Maybe you could say my goal has always been to steal souls, or touch them. I’m not interested in building monuments to the people I shoot, but rather in sharing an intimacy -- a look, a gesture.” This focus on intimacy of course comes through again and again in her photography: in the abrupt flash of Nico’s reflection or Alex Chilton’s wandering gaze. But her evocation of the old superstition that cameras steal souls also highlights Chernikowski’s particular artistic spirit -- one that is paradoxically generous and possessive. From the earliest years of what she calls her “visual obsession,” she has sought to both capture and share.
Running through the end of November, Looking at Music: Side 2 is a powerful exhibit now on display at New York’s Museum of Modern Art. The show prominently features Chernikowski’s work (including a fantastic shot of Kim Gordon and Thurston Moore from 1983), along with “music videos, super-8 films, drawings, photographs, and zines from MoMA’s collection that explore the melding of music, media, and visual art in the final decades leading up to the 21st century.” The exhibition, along with the stunning 1996 book Dream Baby Dream: Images from the Blank Generation (unfortunately now out-of-print), marks a highpoint in the photographer’s already distinguished career.
Still, Chernikowski characteristically maintains a balanced perspective on her 1970s experience. Never one to promulgate an insincere image, she writes, “I guess if I want to maintain punk cred I should say, ‘it sucked,’ and at times it did. The city was broke and crumbling, sometimes it seemed there was a mass psychotic breakdown, but from the swamp arose a rough magic. I feel lucky to have lived through it, and privileged to have participated in it.”