
black superman - 2001 , bobby collins
Photo by: Ruud van der Peijl
Fotomuseum Den Haag
- summer exhibition 2005 - Portraits of State - Photo Museum The Hague
At the end of spring or early summer of 2001, I was living in Amsterdam, NL. By that time, I had been living there on and off since 1998. What brought me there was a dutch friend of mine who was living in NYC at the same time I was. I was a freelance hair & make-up artist and represented by Stockland Martel and working every week. During my trip to Amsterdam for the Gay Olympics, I fell in love with the place. People were easy going, and fairly stylish, but my main interest was, with these other two attributes in mind, to be able to escape from NYC. Things had changed so dramatically just after the first two years after having arrived to NYC in 1992 from Upstate Ny, from where I am from.
In 1994, Mr Giuliani had become Mayor Giuliani, and promised to bring change to the city and that he did. Most well travelled people know what changes he made, of which, were not particularly welcomed by many liberals, clubbers and promoters, artists or gays who lived there. Things just started to become absurd; gay bars closing down in the east village, no smoking weed or cigarettes in bars anymore, no dancing in bars or you could be fined, no taking up two seats on the subway (meaning if you have a shopping bag sitting in the empty seat next to you on the subway car, some undercover person will fine you $50 or $75 for it). Just unbelievable things.
I had had enough of this totalitarianism. I felt like I had missed out on the civil liberties that people a few years older then I had had. I was working my ass off, turning down jobs because there were too many commercial clients I had acquired that I could keep up with. I wanted out and to develop a sense of myself, without worrying about doing minor incriminating things, such as moving my knees to a beat in a bar!
To get back to the point about Amsterdam, I went there unknowingly imagining that I would find my new home. I had so wanted to find some new place to live, and I knew that it wouldn't be in the USA, I mean after all, where could a high end, up and coming, 20 something live after having lived in Manhattan for so long. I searched for the best agent in Amsterdam, after about the third visit within a 6 month period. I remember it like it was yesterday, only because it was such a pivotal part of my life that hinged on my being able to escape the hectic and somewhat empty life of living in NYC. I found The House of Orange and made an appointment to show my portfolio. By that time, it was looking undeniably great so I kept the old Frank Sinatra song in my head... " if I can make it there I'll make it anywhere NY, NY, bla blah!
That whole summer had had nice weather, but on this day, at 6pm, it was pouring. I entered the office, which I believe was on Princengracht, very close to where I was living. My clothes were drenched as I had not used an umbrella ( I hate umbrellas)and I remember very clearly, John Kottenberg (the owner of The House of Orange) saying to me after I had said I was sorry for being so wet, "Oh that's ok, you can take off your clothes!" I knew I was in after that, despite of the fact that the disdainful head booker, kept telling John, in English, to "think about it first".. right in front of me (Dutch people love to speak Dutch in front of you if they want to hide what they are saying if you don't understand it), appearently she didn't have anything to hide! ;D
I was now working internationally with my NY agent and The House of Orange, still able to enjoy my brand new 3500sq foot/325sq metre loft/studio on w38th street in Manhattan, and be able to get away to Europe on a more regular basis. just a little note, but at that time, I had just started taking photos of people, that was why I got the big ass loft!
By the end of spring or early summer of 2001, I was now living full time in Amsterdam. but also at this time, things were no longer progressing well with The House of Orange. Too many differences which led to a sour ending. However, I had worked with and had met some very creative and interesting people who had started to inspire me to take on photography. One such person was Ruud van der Peijl, a stylist from The House of Orange. Although I don't remember having worked with him immediately on a job, we had frequented a club called The SupperClub. I believe it was there that he had asked me if I would like to be photographed, by him, for a project he was undertaking. His inspiration for my image, was from some book I can not recollect, of which, had a photo of a black guy as Superman. Of course I agreed, because I like to be photographed, but wasn't sure why he didn't ask someone who is actually black. I wasn't really concerned because I wanted to try to pass and moreover, I just wanted to be a part of the project! I came to realize that 'black' was meant as a metaphor, like from his image titled 'Black Madonna' (below)

black madonna - 2004 , nicky boulton-hooft & lauren hooft
At the end of his endeavor, he organized an exhibit of some of the images at The SupperClub in Amsterdam, where my image had hung for a while.. unfortunately I wasn't around at the time to see it. Later on, I discovered that it was being placed, as a solo exhibit, at the Museum of Photography Den Haag 27 August – 13 November 2005, titled 'Ruud van der Peijl: Portraits of State'. It went further on to becoming a coffee table book with the title 'RUDE Portraits of State'. Only last year did I finally pick up my copy of the book from him at his place. It had just slipped my mind somehow! Hope it didn't seem "rude" because I love it! Bedankt Ruud!

Portraits of State is a Gesamtkunstwerk: an art work that creates an all-round environment for viewers to experience. Each of the portraits of more or less well-known subjects is of interest in its own right, but also functions as part of an installation. The visitor enters a distinguished residence in which the walls are hung with photographs, as if in a family portrait gallery. The installation is strongly theatrical in feeling, with ostentatious framing, red coconut matting on the floor, mirrored walls, dramatic lighting effects and subdued music. Van der Peijl’s background as a fashion designer, exhibition designer and stylist is clearly apparent.
Van der Peijl breathes new life into the neglected genre of the studio portrait.
Museum of Photography The Hague