Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah: Andy Sweet's Summer Camp 1977

The adolescence preserved here is Jewish and pure 1970s. (If the tube socks and indoor smoking are not period giveaways, a camper wearing a shirt that says i love the fonz surely is.) Its charm, however, is far more universal. In Sweet’s pools, canteens, and baseball fields, you can almost feel the cling of a swimsuit on wet skin, almost taste the ketchup on a hot dog, almost smell the scent of fresh-cut grass. Sweet has left behind a gorgeous record of American summertime, or at least our collective fantasy of it. -- Hannah Stamler * Art In America *
What more truthful account can there be of life at a Jewish summer camp in 1977 than two long-haired Jewish adolescents wearing T-shirts with images of the Fonz and Elvis Presley? The King died at the end of that summer, and I found myself wondering whether the boy felt like wearing the shirt afterward [...] Summer camp in the 1970s was not some lost Eden, though it’s hard not to think so while looking at these pictures during this summer of COVID. Rather, [Andy] Sweet’s photos capture American Jewish life in motion. -- Jesse Bernstein * Jewish Review of Books *
The late photographer Andy Sweet’s chronicle of the summer of 1977 at a Jewish camp in North Carolina ... Full of tube socks, feathered hair, and T-shirts reading “I Love the Fonz” and “CB Freak.” -- Marjorie Ingall * Tablet *
These photographs, made just five years before Sweet’s death at the age of 28, tell the story not only of campers driven in search of themselves but of a photographer who reveled in the joys of life. Imbued with am understanding that the anthropological aspect is ever present in the work, Sweet made photographs that contextualized the universal human condition within the mores of the American ‘70s. -- Miss Rosen * Feature Shoot *
Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah is Andy Sweet’s heart-warming, humorous love letter to long hot summers, first crushes and the sensations of pre-teendom. -- Emily Gosling * Elephant *
Sweet had a knack for shining a light on the communities he knew best, and for portraying each of them at a precise, fleeting moment in time. For the summer-camp photos, that meant capturing his teen and preteen subjects in all their awkward, confused glory, existing in the space between childhood and adulthood. -- Suzannah Friscia * Miami New Times *
As summer camps are canceled, at least unhappy campers can leaf through a new photography book about the beloved, parent-free ritual. Today’s Gen Z campers will get a chuckle at their forebears’ fashion sense in “Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah: Andy Sweet’s Summer Camp 1977.” -- Rebecca Kleinman * WWD *
...The smell of sunscreen and wood cabins wafts from the pages. High socks and short shorts, amber sunglasses and halos of curly hair — the nostalgia is for all summers, including this one, the summer we may never have. -- Nadja Spiegelman * T Magazine *
Bunk beds, rope swings, lap swims, kiss and tells. Whether you’ve personally experienced it or not, the notion of summer camp is burned into the American psyche like a 96 degree day. Enter Andy Sweet’s nostalgic new imprint, "Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah: Andy Sweet’s Summer Camp 1977"... The perfect antidote to Covid-19’s consummate summer camp cancelations far and wide. -- Rae Niwa * Flaunt *