“Sandy is a confessional photographer with a thing for body fluids,” Ryan McGinley says in Dazed & Confused Magazine. “Her work is more carefree and loving than [Nan] Goldin and less contrived than McGinley,” burns a Wired writer. I bet if we dug around, someone would eventually compare photographer Sandy Kim to Dash Snow too, on account of the POV vomiting shots and similarly-toned merrymaking. When you’re young, wild, hang with bands (in this case, GIRLS), and are able to attain that elusive balance between living with grimy hedonism and being able to manipulate light so that it falls beautifully on and around exposed breasts, bloody thighs, piles of beer cans, and quiet moments, it’s picturesque. With feelings. But what are they? Here are a few compelling shots from Kim, who recently took part in group shows at New York’s Hole Gallery and TEMP. Feeling anything yet?
San Francisco. Photo credit: Sandy Kim
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