He’s just too good. Too hot. Too much of an in your face mix of chicness, crassness, and general tell it like it is, funk. Yep, as far as I’m concerned Roswell Angier is a bit of a God. It’s the way he gets down low to street level and documents street life in a frank, honest, raw way. Of course his subjects are pretty enigmatic too. Think; labourers, strippers, hustlers and pimps. These are the people that make the world go round. They help keep society moving and grooving. However, just to add an extra helping of (old) spice, these are the original toe tappers from way back when Hustler was a baby. Indeed, this 70s, full-funk vibe has been caught perfectly in Angier's head lights. It’s all boogie nights and Larry Flint by way of Boston’s finest strip joints and burlesque clubs and is superb. 
Angier's photographs are all gritty and raw and quietly sexed-up. While these prints may be in black and white, packed with big haired girls and sharp suited, shady looking guys, they’re continually relevant today. Because, nothing much really changes with society and its various sub-cultures, and although many of these folk may now be a little less agile, their legacy lives on through Angier; and that, to me, is golden. Roswell Angier at the Gitterman Gallery, 170 East 75th Street, New York, NY 10021 from 18th May – 28th July.
