Tyler Mitchell: visions of an American utopia
The young guy walks through the arched opening of the café in West Chelsea, and glances about. He’s tall and elegantly lean, wearing Bode designer shorts with an exquisitely crafted navy-blue boxy Bode button-down shirt with white zigzag strains. He could very easily be a model, in its place of the just one ordinarily behind the digital camera.
He catches my eye and a big genuine smile spills over his youthful deal with. There is a sweet familiarity about 26-yr-outdated photographer and film-maker Tyler Mitchell that catches you off guard.
We are meeting for tea suitable around the corner from the 20th Street Jack Shainman Gallery, where Mitchell’s initial US solo gallery exhibition, Dreaming in True Time, will open in September. It’s a display with some 20 photos focusing on visible storytelling in a series of tableaux that includes relatives and close friends in his residence point out of