Nan Goldin has always been a favorite of mine. Following her sisters suicide, she photographed people excessively in order top keep hold of them forever.
Goldin documented her friends throughout the 70s 80s and wanted to be a fashion photographer; to put drag queens on the cover of Vogue, but her photographic career was to take a much more important turn, and remaining as a documentary photographer, she has produced one of the most important, personal and gritty bodies of work we know of. Her images are seeped with sadness, love and tragic death as many of her friends contracted HIV. The way the story pans out gives a real melancholic feel to the earlier, breezy images.