Agent Orange- SOLD OUT
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First Edition. First 100 Copies Signed.
8.5 x 11. 104 pages.
Agent Orange to be shipped 12/1
Essays by Bradley Carbone and Sam Parker
Letter About Agent Orange
by Sam Hayes
Florida has always felt like a part of our brain to me: the closest thing to a subconscious that the collective conscious of America has. Everyone has Florida somewhere in their brain - it’s an uncharacteristically tropical part that we are kind of ashamed of, but it’s there. When I try to ignore things that are undeniably there - they just kind of morph into more weaponized versions of themselves.
The title of this book “Agent Orange” is not an accident. I didn’t name it solely as a reference to Florida’s historic fruit, or to Donald Trump. Palm Beach, where many of these photos were taken and where my family lives, is unique to South Florida: old money, the innocent cheeriness of pastel colors, subtle and not-so-subtle plastic surgery, Jeffrey Epstein. It all feels so presidential. The cheery surface of this very American place occasionally lets through a reminder of the things we have done to allow for these smiles and bright colors to exist. The suburb’s powerful denial of other harsh realities is by design, and is about as American as anything else.The dissonance between surface appearances and the occasionally more complex realities that lie beneath are important components of these photographs to me.
This book is about my family. It is my DNA family but also people who I have some kind of deep resonance with in one way or another, a representation of a community that is really just a group of people who I feel kinship with.
I have a very young brother, he’s 30 years younger than me, and a younger step-mother, which also feels somehow to be part of Florida’s export, the brand.
I should be careful talking so much about Florida, I’m an outsider here, a guest, so I should say very clearly: I love this place and have chosen to make it my home, despite it’s chaos, corruption, mania, heat, and general disdain of order and linear thinking - I love this place. It feels like there are still stories here.
I moved here to work for Harmony Korine as his assistant, I had just stopped doing heroin and was doing my very best to seem like a normal person and felt like I was infiltrating “normal life”. His family gave me a job, despite warnings that it may not be a good idea. I am forever grateful for that. These photos are a collection of moments assembled since making that move.
I want to express real gratitude to everyone in this book.
Sam
SOLD OUT
First Edition. First 100 Copies Signed.
8.5 x 11. 104 pages.
Agent Orange to be shipped 12/1
Essays by Bradley Carbone and Sam Parker
Letter About Agent Orange
by Sam Hayes
Florida has always felt like a part of our brain to me: the closest thing to a subconscious that the collective conscious of America has. Everyone has Florida somewhere in their brain - it’s an uncharacteristically tropical part that we are kind of ashamed of, but it’s there. When I try to ignore things that are undeniably there - they just kind of morph into more weaponized versions of themselves.
The title of this book “Agent Orange” is not an accident. I didn’t name it solely as a reference to Florida’s historic fruit, or to Donald Trump. Palm Beach, where many of these photos were taken and where my family lives, is unique to South Florida: old money, the innocent cheeriness of pastel colors, subtle and not-so-subtle plastic surgery, Jeffrey Epstein. It all feels so presidential. The cheery surface of this very American place occasionally lets through a reminder of the things we have done to allow for these smiles and bright colors to exist. The suburb’s powerful denial of other harsh realities is by design, and is about as American as anything else.The dissonance between surface appearances and the occasionally more complex realities that lie beneath are important components of these photographs to me.
This book is about my family. It is my DNA family but also people who I have some kind of deep resonance with in one way or another, a representation of a community that is really just a group of people who I feel kinship with.
I have a very young brother, he’s 30 years younger than me, and a younger step-mother, which also feels somehow to be part of Florida’s export, the brand.
I should be careful talking so much about Florida, I’m an outsider here, a guest, so I should say very clearly: I love this place and have chosen to make it my home, despite it’s chaos, corruption, mania, heat, and general disdain of order and linear thinking - I love this place. It feels like there are still stories here.
I moved here to work for Harmony Korine as his assistant, I had just stopped doing heroin and was doing my very best to seem like a normal person and felt like I was infiltrating “normal life”. His family gave me a job, despite warnings that it may not be a good idea. I am forever grateful for that. These photos are a collection of moments assembled since making that move.
I want to express real gratitude to everyone in this book.
Sam
SOLD OUT
First Edition. First 100 Copies Signed.
8.5 x 11. 104 pages.
Agent Orange to be shipped 12/1
Essays by Bradley Carbone and Sam Parker
Letter About Agent Orange
by Sam Hayes
Florida has always felt like a part of our brain to me: the closest thing to a subconscious that the collective conscious of America has. Everyone has Florida somewhere in their brain - it’s an uncharacteristically tropical part that we are kind of ashamed of, but it’s there. When I try to ignore things that are undeniably there - they just kind of morph into more weaponized versions of themselves.
The title of this book “Agent Orange” is not an accident. I didn’t name it solely as a reference to Florida’s historic fruit, or to Donald Trump. Palm Beach, where many of these photos were taken and where my family lives, is unique to South Florida: old money, the innocent cheeriness of pastel colors, subtle and not-so-subtle plastic surgery, Jeffrey Epstein. It all feels so presidential. The cheery surface of this very American place occasionally lets through a reminder of the things we have done to allow for these smiles and bright colors to exist. The suburb’s powerful denial of other harsh realities is by design, and is about as American as anything else.The dissonance between surface appearances and the occasionally more complex realities that lie beneath are important components of these photographs to me.
This book is about my family. It is my DNA family but also people who I have some kind of deep resonance with in one way or another, a representation of a community that is really just a group of people who I feel kinship with.
I have a very young brother, he’s 30 years younger than me, and a younger step-mother, which also feels somehow to be part of Florida’s export, the brand.
I should be careful talking so much about Florida, I’m an outsider here, a guest, so I should say very clearly: I love this place and have chosen to make it my home, despite it’s chaos, corruption, mania, heat, and general disdain of order and linear thinking - I love this place. It feels like there are still stories here.
I moved here to work for Harmony Korine as his assistant, I had just stopped doing heroin and was doing my very best to seem like a normal person and felt like I was infiltrating “normal life”. His family gave me a job, despite warnings that it may not be a good idea. I am forever grateful for that. These photos are a collection of moments assembled since making that move.
I want to express real gratitude to everyone in this book.
Sam