There is a rawness to mugshots. A sense of having your identity stripped bear. Being reduced to little more than a number. Being put on file. Just in case. It's particularly interesting to look at celebrity mug shots, stripped of persona. It doesn't matter who you are here. You are now little more than a number.
I particularly like this one of Janis. It's 69 but she looks like some Victorian hobo. The decaying of the photograph, the rough and loose way it has been pieced together. A recorded moment, date, place and time included.
I have six mug shots on my wall. Only recently did I realise that they are all of dead people. Frank. Jim. Jimmi. Janis. Johny. and Sid. Each one stripped bare.

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