The images mostly portrayed herself and her friends in their everyday – and often troubled – existences. Partying, having sex, sharing houses and private moments: like a visual dairy, way before the era of social media, the artist turned even the roughest parts of existence into something unique and precious. The images have nothing in common with the polished, patinated glamour often found nowadays in photography; their beauty is given by the crude reality that they show and by the love for life of the eye behind the camera.
Drugs – heroin in particular – exploded in New York in the ‘80s. Nan pictured all of it without any kind of filter. She was later on considered a precursor of the so-called ‘heroin chic’ of the ‘90s, a beauty movement mainly identified with Kate Moss’ skinny figure. She never concealed her fascination for that kind of world, but what we see in her photos is just drugs’ consumption as a simple, everyday, activity.
And then AIDS came. A lot of Nan’s friends died and The Ballad of Sexual Dependency became more and more painful for the photographer, as it constantly reminded her of her losses. But still it kept growing through the years, enriching itself with new pictures, with life despite the numerous deaths, with playing children and old aged couples, with love and with violence, as in the famous self-portrait that the photographer took of herself after having been brutally beaten by her partner. The exhibition allows the viewer to plunge into Nan Goldin’s world in a voyeuristic manner, soaking in its intimacy and sharing, during fourty-five minutes, her explosive existence.








