This ranges across the genrescope but plants a well worn engineer boot in the period just before the Beatles hit the States and introduced boy band melodies.
A collection of art photographers drawing together Laurent Bagnard, Dirk Behlau, Shannon Brooke, Nick Clements, Rishard Fahey, Richard Heeps, Chas Ray Krider, April May, Dave Perry, Roy Varga, Viva Van Story and Adam Wright.
The photos criss cross colour, sepia tones and black and white.
The subject matter ranges from the beauty of the curve of the thigh, a well turned ankle encased in a stilleto, flashes of inked skin wrapped in fishnets shimmers to a mascared gaze, lips licking in full red enticement. Meanwhile she wields ana acetylene torch whilst driving an Oldsmobile. John Waters is the midwife, punk and rockabilly provide the backing.
There are many rounded sections on the machines on display, ranging from Triumphs, Harleys, Rat Rods to Sedans and other petrol blasters. The machines act in symbiosis to the sparkling glittering bodies projecting from the page. A type of seduction of lowbrow women providing a welcome antidote to Vogue photoshuck half starved gals beaming a neutered version of womahood. These are women who deliver the untamed pagan allure of the wild woods of delight. The opposite of sterile dinner parties where suits perform bondage straightjackets and discuss share options.
Other artists capture the pathos of the 50's period, boy racers, empty hotel rooms, silent garages, long salt flats. The primary obsession is recreating the atmosphere after the long 30's depression had evapourated, the world war had been won and teenagers dressed in white t shirts, engineer boots, slicked back hair found freedom in machines. Meanwhile women freed from the bondage of scrabbling around for pennies or working in factories could relax, scribe their bodies and exude feminimity. The modern uptake sees the girls less Gil Elvegren cutesy and more likely to packapunch in a kinda Jim Thompson Grifters kind of way.
A fascinating period recreated from the standpoint of a culture that is imbued with plastic junk, the Americans have at long last discovered their treasures.