"'Studio 54' brings together a collection of photographs by renowned photographer, Tod Papageorge, taken in the late 1970s. They are a filled with all the decadency, vibrancy and glamour of New York’s most infamous club." (publisher's note)
"The 66 photographs in this book were made between 1978-80 in Studio 54, a New York discothèque that, through those years, was the place to be and be seen, as the celebrities, partygoers, and those crazy for dancing who filled it every night were happy to prove. Unsurprisingly, given its reputation (which quickly flamed into notoriety during a short, 33-month existence), it was difficult to get into: the imperturbable doormen who doled out access as if they were controlling passage into a fabulous kingdom made sure that it would be. Only the famous or socially connected could assume they’d find themselves shooed around the flock of hopeful celebrants milling on the street side of the velvet rope and guided through the door; otherwise, the thing most likely to help was to be beautiful. Once inside, though, everyone there seemed thrilled by the fact, no matter how they’d managed it, an excitement fed by the throbbing music and brilliantly designed interiors, which, on a party night, could suggest anything from Caliban’s cave to a harem.” (T.P.)
“Well, if I smell poppers, I think of the late 1970s. Studio 54 reeked of poppers. There was a very definite smell to it. Poppers, alcohol, cigarettes. Cocaine doesn’t really smell, but that’s kind of in your mind, so it smelled like coke, too. It was fuelled by coke. The whole place was coke. No one was mopey because the whole place was on drugs … When you look at the photographs you see a wood floor, but I never saw the floor when I was there. It was dark and there were neon lights that glowed. You just saw flashes and had smells and knew people. Nothing has ever truly captured that. Baz Luhrmann came the closest to it in his party scenes in Moulin Rouge, and in Gatsby, too. That’s what it was like. My memories of 54? There is Brooke Shields over there with Michael Jackson. Over there are two guys fucking. And there is a naked person wrapped in Saran Wrap dancing. And that’s Princess Grace. I couldn’t get enough of it.” (Tom Ford)
"Love unlimited: Tod Papageorge photos at the height of Studio 54's fame
Photographer Tod Papageorge made it inside the glittering New York disco club Studio 54 in the late 70s, and documented the beautiful people he found – in all their debauchery, glamour and cool."
Also available: a special edition of 35 box sets, including a signed and numbered, fiber based print...
Das Studio 54 war einer der angesagtesten Clubs in Manhattan, New York. Wer sich durch Glamour- & Glitter-Aufnahmen in randvollen Clubs in die Zeit der 70er Jahre hinein versetzen möchte, ist bei diesem Buch des Stadtchronologen Tod Papageorge gut beraten. Sehr ans Herz gelegt seien auch seine Titel und 'Passing through Eden' (2007) sowie 'American Sports, 1970. Or, how we spent the War in Vietnam' (2008)