This is the work of African American photographer, Alvin Baltrop (1948-2004). Alvin photographed the gay community at the piers lining Manhattan’s west side in the 1970s. Pier 48 was then an abandoned wooden structure where gay men met to socialise and have sex.
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Alvin didn’t achieve commercial success with this art during his lifetime. He was a poor man who struggled with poverty and often couldn’t pay his rent. He made his money mostly through odd jobs, but photography was his passion.
Born in the Bronx, Alvin’s mother was a devout Jehovah’s Witness who hated his art and regularly threw it away. Eventually, Alvin left home and served in the navy during the Vietnam war. He started taking portraits of sailors during this time.
He eventually returned to New York to study art in 1973. This was a New York just after Stonewall, but before the HIV crisis took hold. Gay subculture was changing rapidly, and Alvin began recording it with his camera.
Alvin had relationships with men and women but never really put a label on his sexuality. He disliked the word “bisexual” because, according to his friend Randal Wilcox, Alvin felt it sounded fake. He preferred being called “gay” to being called “bisexual”
His images ranged from men having sex in the dilapidated buildings along the pier, to the homeless community, and New Yorkers just out for a walk. He also photographed Marsha P Johnson, one of the leading activists for LGBTQ rights and a Stonewall veteran
Alvin only had a handful of exhibitions during his lifetime, mostly in bars and gay clubs. According to Randal Wilcox, gay art galleries were the most unreceptive to the late photographer’s work. He wrote...
'Al Baltrop endured constant racism from gay curators, gallery owners and other members of the ‘gay community’ until his death. Many of these people doubted that Baltrop shot his own photographs; some implied or directly told him that he stole the work of a white photographer'.
Alvin could not afford health insurance and when he was diagnosed with cancer he didn’t get the treatment he needed and he passed away in a veteran’s hospital.
In 2008, four years after his death, Artforum critic Douglas Crimp wrote about Alvin’s work and brought it to a new audience artforum.com/print/200802/a…
In 2012, the Contemporary Art Museum Houston held a solo exhibition of Alvin's work titled Alvin Baltrop: Dreams into Glass. In 2015, a book of Alvin’s work titled ‘The Piers’ was published by TF Editores.
In 2019, a major exhibition of his work was held at the Bronx Museum of the Arts in New York. bronxmuseum.org/exhibitions/th…
But the sudden recognition of Alvin’s work has not gone uncriticised. Wilcox said, 'The losers who rejected him or would have rejected him had they known him are now trying to canonize him as some kind of hero. In short, now that Al is dead, they are willing to accept him'.
Osa Atoe wrote 'Alvin’s story reconfirms my belief that people of color & queer people desperately need our own independent media to cover our own work...Mainstream white-owned media won’t cover our art unless it matches up with their stereotypes of us' colorlines.com/articles/alvin…
You can read more about Alvin and where his work is exhibited at the Alvin Baltrop Trust.
This is the bed of the legendary courtesan Émilie-Louise Delabigne (1848-1910). The writer Emile Zola wrote about it in his novel, Nana. ‘A bed such as has never existed, a throne, an altar where Paris came to admire her sovereign nudity’.
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By the time she died, Louise was a millionaire with a vast estate of grand houses, jewellery, & a substantial art collection. But her beginnings were considerably more humble.
She was the illegitimate daughter of Émilie Delabigne, a laundry maid from Normandy who sold sex to subsidise the pittance washing clothes brought in.
This is Camille du Gast (1868-1942). She was a balloonist, parachutist, fencer, tobogganist, skier, horse trainer, concert pianist & singer. She was the second woman to compete in an international motor race & was embroiled in the scandal of La Femme au Masque.
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Camille was born in Paris in 1868 & from a young age was described as a “garçon manqué' (tomboy). She married wealthy businessman Jules Crespin in 1890. Crespin was the manager and majority shareholder of Dufayel, one of the largest department stores in France.
The couple has a daughter, but sadly Jules Crespin died young, leaving Camille heartbroken, but a very rich widow
Images from “Gonorrhea in the male - a practical guide to its treatment” by AL Wolbarst, (1911) showing treatment by injecting hot antiseptic into the urethra.
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“The most popular method of local treatment consists of irrigations with large quantities of hot antiseptic fluid. These irrigations maybe administered in three ways.”
“1) By hydrostatic pressure; (2) by the large syringe”
Agnes Blannbekin (1244-1315) was an Austrian nun & mystic who had erotic visions. In one, she felt the foreskin of Jesus in her mouth. “And behold, soon she felt with the greatest sweetness on her tongue a little piece of skin alike the skin in an egg, which she swallowed.”
Image by Milo Manara (b.1945)
Edit! Agnes was not a nun, she was a mystic & a ‘Beguine’ - a movement of lay women devoted to god, chastity, poverty & the ideals of the vita apostolica. The beguine were often conflated with nuns but never officially recognised as such.
This is 'Study of a Nude Black Man' (1838) by Théodore Chassériau (1819-1856). Chassériau was born in El Limón in the Dominican Republic. He was the son of Benoît Chassériau, a French diplomat & Maria Magdalena Couret de la Blagniére, a mixed race woman from Haiti.
From a young age, Chassériau excelled in art & was tutored by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres. He made his name painting nudes and portraits. Chassériau travelled throughout Europe, but it was the people and culture of North Africa and the Middle East that really inspired him
Chassériau never married and died at the age of 37 in Paris on October 8, 1856 after contracting a serious illness. Today his work is recognized across the world.