Summary
Turner Prize-winning artist and frock-wearing, mountain-biking dad of one Grayson Perry explores contemporary masculinity from his own unique perspective, spending time in different ultra-male worlds
Turner Prize-winning artist and frock-wearing, mountain-biking dad of one Grayson Perry explores contemporary masculinity from his own unique perspective, spending time in different ultra-male worlds
Yes, Grayson Perry is snarling in the picture, but that’s an act. He’s a mild, un-macho sort, which makes him just the person to tackle the rough, restless youths of Skelmersdale in Lancashire. He takes a stroll with a bunch of them along the paths between estates. “It takes a man to end a life,” a lanky lad in a tracksuit explains, hood pulled down and zip pulled up so we see only his eyes.
Perry is a terrific interviewer. He has that Louis Theroux trick of being able to mix with anyone and get them to open right up, perhaps by virtue of seeming sweet and innocent. His journey into British masculinity explores how the teenagers are drawn to gangs and racked by anxieties about status and territory, loyalty and pride. “Strip away the North Face styling and the weed,” suggests Perry, “And I could have been talking to a band of young medieval nobles.”
Top Man
Yes, Grayson Perry is snarling in the picture, but that’s an act. He’s a mild, un-macho sort, which makes him just the person to tackle the rough, restless youths of Skelmersdale in Lancashire. He takes a stroll with a bunch of them along the paths between estates. “It takes a man to end a life,” a lanky lad in a tracksuit explains, hood pulled down and zip pulled up so we see only his eyes.
Perry is a terrific interviewer. He has that Louis Theroux trick of being able to mix with anyone and get them to open right up, perhaps by virtue of seeming sweet and innocent. His journey into British masculinity explores how the teenagers are drawn to gangs and racked by anxieties about status and territory, loyalty and pride. “Strip away the North Face styling and the weed,” suggests Perry, “And I could have been talking to a band of young medieval nobles.”