Over two summers, Bird hand-picked a group of girls – studio assistants, those cast from her familiar NYC streets, whoever – for the way the light falls on their faces, their wit and their choice of bedfellows. All of them confident in the company they keep, most not so sure in front of the lens. So she packed a clutch of boho dresses and tutus and her camera and took them to Sassafras, Tennessee to remind them, to teach them … Her new monograph – published by Damiani – tells the tale of their rewilding. And now, she speaks with RUSSH. Read the interview here.
Also a couple of great image stories by Cass Bird at Oyster here and here.