Last month a book arrived on my desk for review. Working at VICE, lots of publishers tend to funnel any book with key words like “drugs”, “sex”, “music” and sometimes even just “vice” in the title, towards me. Scot Sothern’s Lowlife was one of those, a photo book about prostitutes in LA that the author had slept with and photographed. I was so struck by the brutal photographs, and even more so by their incredibly explicit captions, that I got in touch with Sothern to ask how and why you would document your use of sex workers. You should really try to find the book. I think it’d be right up your street – look, here’s one of the captions:
"I bring the Nikon to my eye, She makes a sudden jump, presses herself back in the seat and starts kicking me. ‘That’s a gun,’ she screams. ‘Don’t shoot me! I be good for my daddy. Looky my titties. You wanna feel my titties, here, feel my titties.’ She is gasping air, flailing her limbs."