What appeals to me about Bill Emrich’s work is the innocence, vulnerability and beauty of boys.

On the life of Bill Emrich

On the website of The Chicago Tribune, I found an article dated February 25, 1987 that briefly talks about a moment in Bill Emrich’s life.

“Take Bill Emrich, the man on our cover as he is today and was in 1977. Ten years ago Emrich was a regular customer and sometime performance artist at the Snake Pit, a club at Lincoln and Sheffield Avenues, ”before it was Buffy- and-Muffyville and when the area was a Spanish ghetto with muggings and shootings on the corners.”

Emrich said the Snake Pit, an artists` hangout, was the inspiration for New York`s punk Mudd Club. Emrich kept peroxide in the shampoo bottle, ”just so my hair would change colors every day” and then he would go out every night.

”Everyone was living for the next five minutes,” he said. ”At the Snake Pit we would put on weird music and do things like stab ourselves with knives in live psycho-dramas,” he said. ”And we made video movies before video was the thing on quarter-inch cassettes, and we gave them titles like

`Elevators to Hell.` ”

But one day Emrich, who was also working as a photo stylist, woke up and said: ”I`m killing myself and I have to stop. I was tired of being hung over and making excuses for not getting things done, so I just said no to that and yes to life. I quit drinking, smoking and going to the bars. I started to do my own photography. I guess I just grew up.”

Emrich, now 33, is considered one of Chicago`s top fashion photographers, with the majority of his work being done for the city`s ”major conservative department stores.”

”I don`t miss the club scene at all, because now I have this,” Emrich said, pointing toward the posh interior of the garden bar in the Ritz-Carlton. ”Now this is my one of my favorite places to come, but I never drink.”

Dropping out

The decision to quit drinking seems to be the pivotal point in most post- punkers` lives.” – Quoted from The Chicago Tribune – 

Unfortunately, as with so many brilliant people, he eventually lost track in life and found himself mostly alone, eventually terribly ill and broke. He died poor and forgotten, as he had always feared. At the time of his death he had almost no possessions left as a result of the misfortunes, torments and disasters that befell him towards the end.

Yet Bill Emrich is not completely forgotten, thanks to his only book. In his work I find images of the innocence, vulnerability and beauty of men. Some of his images are overtly homoerotic and fit beautifully into that era. What further appeals to me in the nude photographs in the book is how subtly he handles having a cock in the frame. By using shadows or materials, they are present, but so subtle that it does not distract from the image.