The recipe for a quality rock ‘n roll photo is typically simple and standard: put a badass rock star in front of the lens and a photographer blessed with an eye for composition behind it. Let a few hours pass, a few photos develop and the whole process culminates with an image fully prepped to grace the cover of Rolling Stone.
Although this is the formula for the majority of the photos of rock stars we see daily, in the case of Mick Rock, the roles of “star” and “photographer” are not so clearly defined. Notoriously donned “the man who shot the 70s,” Mick Rock’s iconic shots of David Bowie, Queen, Iggy Pop and Joan Jett have boosted Mick Rock’s name to household status, spreading the focus of the photo from the artists posing to the artist shooting. (See full article here)
It is with the heaviest of hearts that we share our beloved psychedelic renegade Mick Rock has made the Jungian journey to the other side. Those who had the pleasure of existing in his orbit, know that Mick was always so much more than ’The Man Who Shot The 70s.’ He was a photographic poet — a true force of nature who spent his days doing exactly what he loved, always in his own delightfully outrageous way.
The stars seemed to effortlessly align for Mick when he was behind the camera; feeding off of the unique charisma of his subjects electrified and energized him. His intent always intense. His focus always total. A man fascinated with image, he absorbed visual beings through his lens and immersed himself in their art, thus creating some of the most magnificent photographs rock music has ever seen. To know Mick was to love him. He was a mythical creature; the likes of which we shall never experience again.
Let us not mourn the loss, but instead, celebrate the fabulous life and extraordinary career of Michael David Rock. While you do so in your own way, we must ask that the privacy of his nearest and dearest be respected at this time. Therefore, there will be no further comments.
Photo: Nathalie Rock