Do you want to fuck the teens in his photos?

Larry Clark: the photographer who makes you look at his pictures of boy hustlers like you're one of the pedophiles after their boyishness. 'There is a scene in Larry Clark's amazing film "Kids" in which the teenage Casper, one of the main characters, bumps into a young man while skateboarding in Washington Square Park. Words lead to shoves and then to blows, and Casper's friends suddenly swarm to his aid like a feral pack out of "Lord of the Flies." With fists, feet and skateboards, a dozen or more boys beat Casper's antagonist unconscious. This horrifying event becomes the occasion for one of the film's most lyrically beautiful passages - a balletic choreography of violence - and there lies the paradoxical tension that animates Mr. Clark's entire career in photography and film: its squalid subject matter and its gorgeously sensuous aesthetic. Mr. Clark, who was born in 1943 in Tulsa, Okla., is a compulsively provocative artist, and his first retrospective exhibition, at the International Center of Photography, will give your moral sensitivities a workout. He is not happy unless he is working the outer limits of moral acceptability. His supporters say he bears witness to social truths. In the books that put him on the map of fine art photography, "Tulsa" (1971) and "Teenage Lust" (1983), he reported from the front lines of self-destructive youth culture in vividly immediate scenes of drinking, driving, drug-taking and promiscuous sex.' More here.