One of New York City’s resident party/nightlife photographers, Nate “Igor” Smith has long used his flash to capture many women, well, flashing him. For his new project, he drove all of Route 66, shooting 66 rolls of film (by coincidence, he says) and firing off at models he met along the way. He initially was going to simply do a black-and-white photo zine of the adventure. But, upon seeing how colorful and great his images from the trip were, he deicded to “step up his game” and produce a full-color book.
That book is Get Your Kicks, and it was released October 11. In conjunction with the release, Igor is showing a huge photo show for the new next six weeks at the new Los Angeles gallery of Mishka. But, as Igor informs us, the more exciting news is the book launch made its way across the country (probably not via Route 66 this time) to Mishka’s NYC branch—on Thursday, October 17, a few copies of Get Your Kicks made their way to the East for purchase. There are only 250 hand-numbered editions of the volume, so snap one up ASAP.
On his website, Igor describes his journey:
I started out in Chicago and spent a day with Caprice Capone and then spent three days driving to St. Louis (a four hour drive if you take the highways) with one of my favorite models Sidney Scarlet. Once I got to St. Louis I spent the day hanging out with my girl Theresa Manchester, a St. Louis native. From there I flew in my muse of muses Charlotte Stokely and spent three days driving her to Oklahoma City, OK. I had lunch with my friend Heidi there and she ended up jumping in my car and going to Amarillo with me. In Amarillo I met Annalee Belle who I got to photograph in front of the famous Cadillac Ranch (as seen on the cover of my book!). I then took off towards Albuquerque, NM where I picked up the amazing Ash Hollywood and drove her to Vegas which is just two hours north of 66. In Vegas I spent two days in a nice hotel after a two weeks on the road and ran into Coco Velvett. She decided she could use a ride to LA and we drove back down to Route 66 and spent maybe 10 hours driving the short trip from Vegas to LA. Once I got to LA I only had one spot left to hit and I took Miss Crash down to the Santa Monica pier and photographed her naked on the ferris wheel.