After a time nearly all photography becomes art. The very fact of recording a period forty, fifty or sixty years ago is automatically compelling for us.
A strange contrast is created; the ‘realness’ of the images makes us feel this could be now against the hairstyles and clothing that root the scenes we see in a distant place and time.
So it is with Joe Maloney’s images of the New Jersey Shore in the late seventies.
He has described the experience as like being ‘inside a Bruce Springsteen song’ and it’s hard to look at some of these pictures without having ‘Born to Run’ playing in your head.
At the same time the Ferris wheels and kiosks full of stuffed toys could be any seafront fair in the world in 2013.
The styles change but the backdrop remains the same.