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Fred with Tires, Hollywood, 1984
Details
HERB RITTS (1952-2002)
Fred with Tires, Hollywood, 1984
gelatin silver print
signed, titled, dated and numbered '2/12' in pencil (on the reverse of the flush-mount)
51 x 40 1/8in. (129.6 x 102cm.)
Fred with Tires, Hollywood, 1984
gelatin silver print
signed, titled, dated and numbered '2/12' in pencil (on the reverse of the flush-mount)
51 x 40 1/8in. (129.6 x 102cm.)
Provenance
Staley-Wise Gallery, New York;
acquired 1997.
acquired 1997.
Literature
Herb Ritts Pictures, Twin Palms, 1988, unpaginated;
Fairbrother, Herb Ritts Work, Bulfinch Little, Brown and Company, 1996, unpaginated;
Herb Ritts, Fondation Cartier pour l'art contemporain, 1999, unpaginated.
Roegiers, Herb Ritts, Thames and Hudson, 2000, unpaginated.
Fairbrother, Herb Ritts Work, Bulfinch Little, Brown and Company, 1996, unpaginated;
Herb Ritts, Fondation Cartier pour l'art contemporain, 1999, unpaginated.
Roegiers, Herb Ritts, Thames and Hudson, 2000, unpaginated.
Further Details
'Each time I did assignments or editorials, I realized that I wanted to do something more. I saw that it wasn't just about the clothes. Starting in 1984, I had an assignment for Franca [Sozzani], for a magazine called Per Lui, which was the counterpart of Lei. Lei was the most forward magazine in the early eighties, and it was because Franca was so great in encouraging everyone. I did a story called "The Body Shop", which is where Fred with Tires emerged from. Franca had sent these really hideous raincoats, and I just hated them. I had hired an editor, a freelance named Michael Roberts, who now works at the New Yorker. We ended up going to Western Costumes and getting vintage jeans and overalls. We decided to do the body shop story at a greasy gas station. It was great fun. We turned in the pictures, and Franca almost had a heart attack. But she ran it, and it was a huge success. I still don't know why it happened. It was just one of those honest pictures. I remember when we were shooting it. Poor Fred, who was a student, had to swing these heavy tires around, and at one point he was so tired he just turned around and stood there. It was the last frame of the shoot.' -- Herb Ritts