Black & White Photography by Christine Hahn
Tuesday began with ghosts and Wednesday let me know they were alive; Thursday emptied me, and Friday erupted into Saturday with a bewildered stumble into the ungodly hours. What started as three Akron/Family shows in Los Angeles ended with hasty planning, coffee, sleeping bags, and an unexpected drive to Las Vegas for a fourth. Joined by beloved friends, I spent every evening with unmet brothers and sisters who dressed like they gave a damn, but despite it all, clapped and stomped and sweat and sang all the same. They surprised themselves and forgot to be straight-faced. For once there was no need, at first standing and at last dancing, to think twice about why motion is at all times contagious and liberating, why a real performance can silence the skeptic, and why the familiar smack of bass, drums, guitar, and synchronized humanity can sometimes be called “spiritual.” Love really is simple, and though its expression is not always effortless, Akron/Family is proof of its possibility.
[ stream ] River from Set ‘Em Wild, Set ‘Em Free
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Las Vegas: Color photography by Chad Eaton