Jason Evans

Jason Evans is a photographer who engages with both art and commercial practice. While studying fine art at Sheffield Hallam University, Evans began working in editorial styling and casting in 1989. He started photographing for i-D magazine in 1991 and produced fashion/portrait images throughout the 90s for a range of international titles. Evans is interested in music photography and has worked with Trevor Jackson, Fridge, Four tet, Radiohead and Clinic. Evans exhibited in 'Haven't stopped dancing yet...' at the PPS Gallery, Hamburg (1992), 'Cars' at the Tannery, London (1993) and 'Diary' at the American Museum of Snapshots, Portland (1995). More recently, he curated 'Real Life?' at Dean Clough, Halifax, was featured in 'Look at me' at the Kunsthalle, Rotterdam and published 'W'happen' for the Shoreditch Biennale (1998); he exhibited in 'Dub Housing' at the Camera Gallery, Austria (1999); 'Branded' at Cinch, London, 'Imperfect Beauty' at The V&A, London and 'Man on the Street' at Fabrica, Brighton (2000) and was in 'Century City' at Tate Modern, London, 'UK in NY' at Trump Tower, New York, 'New Acquisitions' at Tate Britain, London, 'Placebo Project' at The V&A, London and 'the photography dept.' at Selfridges, London (2001). Evans is currently working on two book ideas titled 'Me Me Me/ Boys Boys Boys' and 'Mental Image'.

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Maroc (march 25, 2001)
I went to Marrakesh to photograph a man who makes perfume. It was 'really lovely' there but somehow I didn't get into it. Out of all of the places I've visited this year it's the one for which I have unresolved emotions. Visually it's up my street. We had a driver take us to the Atlas Mountains for the day. He introduced us to Mohammed Boushib, who we were to pay to show us his village, to guide us there and back. He was a really charming young bloke who didn't once make us feel awkward about this strange patronising arrangement. We had a scramble up the slope where it leveled out to improvised football pitches. Luckily I had a few pens and a roll of film to give away. When we got back to the village we saw their bathroom and I took this photo of him standing next to it. How would I feel if someone wanted to photograph me in my bathroom? He made me copy his address from his identity card so I could send him the pictures.