Dash SACER Snow exhibition in Paris

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Agnes B the French fashion designer that organized the most important graffiti exhibition in Paris, united the art of Dash Snow (RIP), Harmony Corine, Ryan McKinkgley. The exhibition will take place at the Galerie du Jour from the 9th September to the 6th November.

Here is a few words of the photograph and Sacer friend, Ryan McKingley:

DASH SNOW
Remembering Dash Snow, July 14, 2009
words by Ryan McGinley

It’s hard to remember exactly when I met Dash. It seems like we were immediately best friends. I guess I met him through Earsnot in the late 90s. Back then he was a graffiti writer known as Sace. He and Earsnot started the graffiti crew IRAK. They were the biggest vandals in the city. He was number one on the vandal squad’s most-wanted list. But they never got him. He somehow always got off or got away.
He was the wildest kid I’ve ever known. He would tag everything and be running up on rooftops and climbing fire escapes. I remember when I first met him he had just done a fill-in on the side of the
Brooklyn Bridge. It was insane. He climbed out on a tiny ledge on the outside of the bridge and did a huge Sace. Dash and I bonded instantly over photography. One of our favorite books to look at and talk about was American Pictures by Jacob Holdt. We were always taking photos. We loved to document our adventures and then compare them later. He carried his Polaroid camera everywhere. His photos were from the heartРhe had a loving obsession with taking photographs. I always assumed he shot Polaroids because he had the worst case of ADD you could ever imagine. I think even waiting a minute for the image to develop was hard for him. I remember hanging out at Dash’s infamous apartment on Avenue C, where the walls were covered with Saddam Hussein masks, porno magazines, weapons, covers of the New York Post… His then-wife, Agathe, was always taking care of us, and especially of him. He needed a lot of attention. I spent a lot of time photographing their love affair.
They were the first couple to let me take photos of them making love. They had a pet bunny, Gary, named after the graffiti writer Cinik, and a parakeet named Sergeant Slaughter. They would be hopping around when we were hanging out late into the night. When Dash was drunk, he would always tell you how much he loved you. And you couldn’t get him to stop singing Rolling Stones songs. Right before the verse, he’d nudge you and sing the words close to your face. He was one of my first muses. He embodied everything that I wanted to photograph and everything that I wanted to be: irresponsible, reckless, carefree, wild, rich. We were just kids doing drugs and being bad, out at bars every night. I don’t think we ever saw each other in daylight. We were like vampires.
We spent a lot of time sniffing coke in the bathrooms of The Cock (when it was on Avenue A) and The Hole (when it was on Second Avenue). It was so fun to be secretive about it. I‚Äôve probably been in the bathroom of every bar below 14th Street with the guy. Sniffing coke off toilet seats, doing bumps off each other‚Äôs fists, and always waking up in the morning with his keys in my pocket or mine in his. I‚Äôve had so many adventures with Dash I just can‚Äôt even remember them all‚Ķ Driving down one-way streets in Milan at 100 miles an hour, blasting ‚ÄúI Did It My Way‚Äù in a white van. Wearing matching pink agn?®s b. suits to my first art show in LA. Finishing all the drugs with him until the sun was up. Finding new and innovative ways to cover windows with towels, bed sheets, and newspapers so the night could last forever. And bathroom after bathroom after bathroom. Why do I remember the bathrooms the most?

More information on the Galerie du jour website, after the jump

 

info via All City blog

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