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Same attitude, different media

The punk scene he chronicled is gone, but the ideals live in Edward Colver's creations.

August 17, 2008|Lynell George | Times Staff Writer

It WAS fast, it was furious and it was over in a blink. But photographer Edward Colver's shutter blinked a fraction faster. If not for his poking in and out of hot, dank punk clubs across the Southland, a whole big chunk of L.A.'s early hardcore scene of the '70s and early '80s would have hurtled -- visually -- out of memory.

If you were there, you remember him. He was everywhere -- Hong Kong Cafe, the Cuckoo's Nest, Perkins Palace -- impossible to miss: The tall guy smack in the middle of the churning mosh pit, towering over the melee ("When they push it, I tell 'em I'm 5-17."); the one with the thrashed Pentax with the strobe duct-taped to the hot shoe, the one you might have seen later rolling off into the night in a powder-blue hearse.

Most likely, it's the name you've seen, in tiny Courier font, crawling along the edge of a "you kinda had to be there" sort of print, or an album cover for the Circle Jerks, X, Wasted Youth, Fear, Red Hot Chili Peppers. Colver's images added the visual contact-rush to fanzines like Flipside and NO MAG, live photos that seemed to capture the implausible -- bodies flying, eyes blazing, mouths agape. They verified that a "still" could be anything but. "While other photographers also documented the L.A. punk scene," writes Larry Reid, of Fantagraphics Books, in his introduction to "Blight at the End of the Funnel," a retrospective of Colver's work published in 2006, "from the outset Colver aspired to art."

But when that first wave bowed off, so did he. Or so people seemed to think.

He and his subject slipped out of the frame. The images, however, continued to swirl round and round, many without Colver's knowledge. Just as Colver had once been, they were now ubiquitous. Not just on punk rock websites or lending a visual foundation for documentaries like “American Hardcore,” but on T-shirts and other paradoxically ready-made anarchy gear lining the walls of mall stores. If that weren't unsettling enough, Colver and his wife, Lani, a make-up artist, recently discovered that one of his most famous shots, the photo from the Circle Jerks’ “Group Sex” album, had ended up on a line of Vans sports shoes. "It's kind of turned into this detrimental thing because everybody remembers my photos, but they forgot I took 'em. . . . And it's kinda weird," Colver says with a "whatever" shrug.

Colver isn't hiding out, though it might appear that way when you come to call. His 1911 California Craftsman is almost entirely obscured behind a wild, twisting hedge of fragrant star jasmine. Colver too has been in full bloom. He's been right here, somewhat under the radar, but working. And while he still makes pictures, he's remade himself as a sculptor. Much of the work is political, confrontational, profane, droll, exhilarating -- like the music that slashed through those early punk clubs.

Within the last few years, he's moved his entire cyclone of a studio space at the Brewery downtown to this house in Highland Park, with an art room and some "studio-like" space out back. That's qualified, only because the word "studio" would make the work and his process seem more formal than they are.

At first blush, Colver is not the most loquacious subject. His face at rest is skeptical, equivocal. Why use four words when you can say it in two? Like his photographs, his comments are frank and to the point. How did he shoot those landmark photos? "It's just being cognizant of what was falling into the camera."

But behind the hedge, the remote exterior, is an outpost of the unexpected. The verdant front yard sprouts art pieces, such as the hindquarters of a metal dog that's sniffing at something, or, out back, the brocade of a tomb marker as garden trim, that make it feel like a mash-up of Charles Addams and "The Secret Garden." Just inside are a precisely appointed living room and dining room full of Mission style and Arts and Craft furniture. "Wanna see my Frank Lloyd Wright candlesticks?" Colver, a 13th-generation Californian, has been circulating through flea markets and garage and estate sales since he was a teen. His arrangements of dried ginkgo leaves and poppy pods are positioned throughout; nearby rest his collection of California pottery and lamps by Gustav Stickley and Dirk van Erp.

"You can imagine what happens when people come by to pick up photographs," says Lani, " 'Like, this is Edward Colver's place, right?' "


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