From Vince Aletti’s article for The New Yorker:

Tress’s new book,“The Ramble, NYC 1969” (Stanley/Barker), and a related
exhibition currently at the Clamp gallery, in Chelsea, makes me rethink all this.
The work was made concurrently with another series,“Open Space in the Inner
City: Ecology and the Urban Environment.”The Ramble, a wooded area on the
center-west side of Central Park, was its own “urban environment.”But Tress’s
prime interest was in the people he found there: mostly good-looking but
otherwise unremarkable young men who were passing through, standing around,
and waiting. Long before Tress arrived, the Ramble was known as a place where
gay men hooked up and had sex in the bushes.In 1968, when he was in his late
twenties, the photographer lived at Riverside Drive and Seventy-second Street, a
short walk from the Park, and, as he told the playwright Jordan Tannahill in
Interview, the rocky, overgrown Ramble was “my own private cruising grounds.”

View a PDF of the full article

Browse the exhibition “Arthur Tress | The Ramble” at CLAMP
Browse all of Arthur Tress’ work at CLAMP