I used to drink in a bar in the village called Lion’s Head. It was full of newspaper people. The Village Voice was around the corner, and a lot of guys from the papers would come and drink. It was a great bar full of great bullshitters. I knew a fireman that drank there occasionally and he had done a book. I thought, “Wow. That could be a really good story, about firemen.” I was so against that frigging war and I thought, what’s the opposite of a soldier going and killing people they don’t know? A fireman saving people they don’t know. I got permission, and finally ended up with a rescue team that covered all of the Bronx and Harlem.
I’ve always had a thing for documentary photography especially when it comes to people and street life. Those pictures work like a time machine and make it possible to give you an idea or a feeling of a time period you weren’t part of. I have never been to Harlem (not yet), but from the photos there is a vibrancy to it, that is hard to explain. I love the style, the little spontaneous snapshots that picture people in their normal, not perfect, yet great way! Especially due to the big 70`s comeback in fashion and the stereotype hippie outfits all over the place, it’s nice to see something authentic and real from that time, and a different impression than the white long haired woodstock girlie that seems to be all over the lookbooks these days! (c) Jack Garofalo
New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous.
But there is one thing about it — once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough. (c) America and Americans and Selected Nonfiction