Introduction
Thomas Holton first met the Lams, a family of five, in 2003. The family lived in a 350-square-foot apartment on Ludlow Street in the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Initially drawn to their tight living condition, Holton’s earlier photographs, while true, only represented the surface. Over time, Holton became part of the family, picking the kids up from school, and going on trips with them. He didn’t always photograph them, but their gradual bond allowed for a more intimate and nuanced portrait of the family.
In the later chapters of this series, when Holton again photographed the Lams, the family dynamics were different. The images were beyond that of a family struggling with their physical space or assimilation. The children were becoming teenagers, the father struggled with consistent employment and a marriage that was dissolving. We soon realized Holton was telling a story of an American family of Chinese descent rather than a simplified essay of a Chinese family living in America.
In this online exhibition, complementing the four works exhibited in the window gallery, are 26 images selected by the three children of the Lams, adding another layer of perspective to the story.
“We drove to visit Michael at college in the fall of 2014. Cindy and I were in one car, while Steven and Franklin drove in the other. I had already made that trip earlier in the summer with Shirley and Michael to drop him off for freshman orientation. At that moment, I realized how strange and wonderful life can be: the flower girl from my wedding was sleeping next to me while I drove to visit her brother.” Thomas
2010 - 2012
Things now felt different and confusing. The Lams were going through some challenging times and the atmosphere was heavy and lonely. Family dinners were quiet and no longer at the table or even at Ludlow Street.
The unified family I had photographed was splintering. Bunk beds were built, and barriers erected.
2003 - 2005
That first day I spent several hours at the Lams’ Ludlow Street home and was invited back for dinner. This felt right.
These photographs would not exist were it not for the Lams and their generosity of heart and willingness to open their door to a stranger. To Shirley, Steven, Michael, Franklin, and Cindy, I love you and thank you beyond words.