In late 1965, fresh from photographing the nascent Civil Rights Movement in the American south, Danny Lyon joined a motorcycle gang called the Chicago Outlaws. He was 23 and already a "fully fledged romantic" who believed the best way to photograph a subject was from the inside out.
"I honestly didn't see any contradictions in what I was doing back then, but I sure as hell didn't sit down with bikers over a beer and discuss Martin Luther King and the struggle for black equality," he says now, laughing heartily. "These were guys who wore Iron Crosses. Hell, I even had one on my motorcycle. But they were outsiders and I was drawn to outsiders. From my involvement in the civil rights struggle, I knew the best way to get good pictures was to get involved. I was a participant who also happened to be a photographer."
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