You have seen their faces. In the core of every American city young kids wander the streets getting stoned, spare changing, fighting, scratching, and hanging out. They wear tribal badges: tattoos, camo clothes and skin heads, skateboards and phat pants, black clothes and vampire makeup, rainbow hair and flesh pierced with jewels, gold rings or safety pins. They haunt the urban tenderloins that offer single room occupancy hotels, soup kitchens, parks, squats, and prostitute strolls. If you haven’t seen them in real life, you may have seen representations in the photographic work of Larry Clark including the movie Kids, or in Jim Goldberg’s extended photo essay Raised by Wolves. Both these texts are efforts to make visible the disaffected street youth of the 1990′s.