Posts Tagged ‘Julie Atlas Muz’
Fragile
Friday, June 15th, 2012Fragile
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Gallery Prints for Sale
Thursday, March 24th, 2011..March 2011.. ..New York..
I have a few gallery prints still available from the Striptease Burlesque exhibition.
All prints are hand printed color C-Prints. No digital prints. The limited editions are signed, numbered, and include the gallery certificate.

Little Brooklyn
Size Price
8×10 (open edition) $70 1 available
11×14 (open edition) $100 1 available
11×14 (limited edition of 5) $250 1 available
16×20 (open edition) $150 1 available
16×20 (limited edition of 5) $350 1 available

Jule Atlas Muz
size Price
11×14 (open edition) $100 1 available
11×14 (limited edition of 5) $250 1 available
16×20 (open edition) $150 1 available
16×20 (limited edition of 5) $350 1 available
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Julie Atlas Muz
Monday, June 21st, 2010..July 2007 New York..
I first met the beautiful Julie Atlas Muz, outside a New York nightclub on a hot July afternoon. I had been trying to arrange a photo with the famed siren for months. Her illusiveness and non-stop circling of the globe forced me to patiently wait 6 months for this opportunity. Down the long corridors of the west side, Julie came swooping down riding her rusty 1970’s green bicycle. This was the first glance I had of the proclaimed “Mermaid.”
In the damp cavernous labyrinth called the Coral Room, Julie prepared to swim in her fish tank. The dim gradient light from the top of the tank made me feel as if I were at the bottom of the ocean. I stood at the foot of the massive 100,000 gallon fish tank as the mermaid slowly descended from the top of the tank. The water currents slowly smooth. The tranquil water was only disturbed when the colorful red and yellow tropical fish dart past the nude mermaid. I watched the mermaid float for hours in the intimate surroundings of this underwater oasis in the middle of New York. I heard no sound, only the slightest splash of the tranquil water when she descends. It was a dream like I had never imagined. More surreal than the endless gleaming White Sands Desert in New Mexico or the ancient snake charmer lined medina of Marakesh.
At the end of the day, with her sundress floating through the air she road away on her rusty bicycle. She quickly evaporated into the busy New York streets as illusively as she appeared at the beginning of the day.

Fragile
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“Most of these women have day jobs.”
Monday, February 15th, 2010 Striptease Burlesque
“Most of these women have day jobs.”
I first stumbled upon the New York burlesque scene in 2004. Burlesque shows would take place in the backrooms of small downtown bars. For $5, you and 75 others crammed into speakeasy type rooms to watch Dirty Martini, Julie Atlas Muz, Little Brooklyn, and Amber Ray perform stripteases on broken down wooden stages. The stripteases ranged from elaborate sensual fan dances in lush costumes to in your face bump ‘n’ grind.
The broken down wooden stages still remain but the number of people who attend these burlesque shows have grown exponentially in a short time. The performances have spilled over from the backrooms to the entire city. Performers from all over the world now travel to New York to be seen on big stages ringed with velvet curtains and mock stages in the backroom of bars.
My interest in photographing burlesque performers wasn’t to highlight striptease. The nudity wasn’t what attracted me. What grabbed my attention was the characters and satire each performer brought on stage.
The majority of these women have day jobs. Hours after riding the crowded subways home from work they would be tassel twirling in front of a raucous New York crowd.
The purpose of my portraits was to show the persona of each performer. I wanted an intimate glimpse away from the stage and crowd. As if their character were walking the streets of New York at noon or midnight.





