"Sunday in Manhattan" in the lens of Richard Rinaldi

• "Sunday in Manhattan" in the lens of Richard Rinaldi

In the wee hours of Sunday, when the night turns into day, on the streets of Manhattan you can find fun and quirky characters. Party-goers from nightclubs, office plankton, prostitutes, scavengers, drunken guards and get into the first rays of the sun on the road on his own business.

Intrigued by the possibilities offered by the constantly changing life in New York, photographer Richard Rinaldi began to set the alarm for three or four in the morning to pull yourself out of bed before dawn to film Perfect Stranger on 8x10 camera.

Thus was born photoproject Manhattan Sunday ( "Sunday in Manhattan") - a collection of black-and-white portraits, urban landscapes and still lifes, which chronicled the early hours. Now these pictures are exhibited in the gallery Eastman Museum in Rochester, New York. The exhibition runs until June 11, 2017. The photographer told the magazine Dazed little about their work and about New York City, which few people know.

I was hanging out in New York City since the mid-1980s, often leaving the club after dawn and caught the city at its most peaceful state, often being alone in an altered state. Soft morning light, that every moment is becoming sharper, carries a photographic element. There is a sense that now anything can happen. The potential that gives a night club in terms of dating and flirting with strangers, is transferred to the streets. City suspiciously empty and quiet - the perfect contrast with the sweaty disco crowd.

I am attracted to people who exude confidence and comfort when getting someone from his own imagination. I was attracted to the people, to realize their dreams when the night life was somehow related to their sense of identity. I was attracted to men of culture of the nightlife in New York. In this case, I have never tried once cataloged characters modern night party, though some characters in Manhattan Sunday - prominent figures and important people in nightlife.

Prior to this project, I always signed the names and dates on their photos. I would like to be treated to a certain reality. In Manhattan Sunday has autobiographical features, but I wanted the viewer to feel this experience as its own. I wanted these images to work as an analogue of their own experience of the night partying. It could be any era. Nevertheless, I decided that I will set the recording time for each image in the project, such as 5:34. It works especially well in the printed book format that fits the narrative structure (in this case, "one night").

I do not think that in this work seemed particularly affected by the changes that have taken place in Manhattan for the time that I live here, but I think that they will inevitably be affected in the discussion of the night life of New York. Naturally, there are differences between what was before, and that now, but I'm much more interested in the timeless nature of this experience, this desire to lose touch with reality or feel glamorous and sexy. These impulses are always the same. Eating, ticket prices, styles, and real estate market is constantly changing, but the pursuit of stimulation, meetings, tribal worldview and escapism are passed from generation to generation.

The impact of the spread of AIDS - a part of the story. It is not public, but an inevitable and implicit. The effect that has had AIDS for culture and nightlife, in particular, on the nightlife of the gay community, was very deep. He was strongly associated with the experience of clubbing, drug-taking and debauchery. In the epilogue to the printed book, I touch on the subject of personal anxiety about AIDS and how I became HIV-positive in the mid-90s. Fortunately, with today's advanced methods of HIV treatment-related mortality with an active nightlife, fell sharply.

Eternity. Greatness. Dreaminess. I realized that photography in black and white is more suitable for those thoughts that I wanted to explore and be more compassionate towards my character, which is likely sealed after a long night's party. I love the color photograph, but to remove the dedication Manhattan and club life could only be black and white.