Chris Arnade photographs addicts in the South Bronx and tells their stories. “I am not a journalist, I don’t verify, just listen.”
Often devastating, yet still hopeful. Like Clarence, a former truck driver whose addiction brought “job loss, homelessness, health problems. Never once did he sound angry, bitter, or depressed,” or Takeesha, who wanted to be described “as what I am. A prostitute, a mother of six, and a child of God.”
Elsewhere, other faces: portraits of visitors to MoMA’s exhibit of Marina Abramović’s The Artist Is Present: “Abramović sits at a table in silence, and museum guests can sit across from her and stare.” Some crying, some pretty.
