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Jaimie Warren takes crazy photos. It's that simple. She takes photos of her friends, herself, animals, food... whatever it is, somehow the photos always come out looking really bizarre.
Chief Magazine: Are you originally from Kansas City? There seems to be a really thriving art community there. Has that always been the case? Was that available to you when you were growing up?
Jaimie Warren: I’m from Waukesha, Wisconsin!
My family there owns a sports bar. My sister is the head bartender and manager.
My mom, dad and sister all ride Harleys now. (My mom just quit 30 years of
teaching for her new *lifestyle*). I came to Kansas City
at 18 for college. Believe it or not, there really is a thriving art community
here. It’s small for sure, but everyone is insanely hard-working, which I guess
is what happens when you have a community trying to get a name for itself. The
struggle here is for the community to be recognized, therefore you really have
a lot of hard-working young people trying to help one another with all of their
projects. That in itself is actually pretty profound, and at the same time
really inspiring. I’ve been a part of a collective running a gallery space
here, where our focus was to bring in people who would normally not visit Kansas
City. We brought in tons of people like Black Dice,
Neil Burke of Men’s Recovery Project, Wolf Eyes, Paper Rad and tons of others.
The great part about being here is that you can run a space and have people
call you and ask if you need to borrow a P.A. or if you need help sweeping your
floors when the show is over. Quite awesome.
A lot of young photographers end up in New York because they think
there's more here to work with. It doesn't seem like its the case with you. Is
there anything in your head that says move to New York or move out of Kansas City?
Yeah, I think I've asked myself why I’m not in New York maybe every other day or so for the past six years. I guess I would really want to be there mostly because I would really love to have the opportunity to do freelance photography work, like to actually be paid for a job you are enjoying and you're happy with the outcome. Oh, to be creative and do the work you love to do and be paid for it! It’s my dream. But I guess I stay because I don’t think I’d have all this positive energy always pumping through my veins, plus my totally weirdo friends who will do pretty much anything you ask them to, always on the level of a five-year-old. But it’s really fun, and it makes for great pictures. Plus, with the amazing power of the Internet, I'm able to get my work out all over the place, I mean, I can even be in a show in New York or Berlin--or wherever for that matter--and never even see the space. I guess that’s kind of gross or weird or whatever, but at the same time its very handy in a ton of ways.
I have lived in New York briefly and have visited since at least two or three times a year, but I could never get myself into the energy there. Though there is so much culturally to experience and be a part of, it still never seemed as vibrant and colorful as my town, as incorrect as I’m sure that sounds.
Kansas City is weird in a different
way, like since it’s a smaller town, you have the craziest parties that are
totally nonsensical. You walk in and you're surrounded by all these
groups of people that make no sense together, which is I guess what happens
when you are in a smaller city where everyone wants to party, no matter what
the circumstances are. Like for instance there's a Jewish Hanukkah Dynasty theme
party with a bunch of drag queens and everyone dressed in Dynasty (the TV show)
attire, and they had a real Rabbi there to host someone’s birthday. Among the
mix were people in tennis uniforms, a group of Mexican bikers and three
zombies. Or this other party a few days later, which was an all-pink 50’s beach
theme. All the parties make no sense and it’s amazing. It’s sort of surreal and
every time I have a friend come in from out of town they’re pretty surprised,
for sure. There are plenty of bad things about the scene here, of course, but I
think the weirdness and awkwardness that’s so present here is totally where my
aesthetic comes from.
Who were photographers or artists that really impressed
you as a kid? Or do you remember a time when you saw a photo or a painting and
said "Oh, well, that's what I want to do?" Did you like being photographed as a
kid?
