Tseng was not particularly interested in the pure politics of statecraft, although the Chinese suit had a provocative, identity-bending purpose in his work—it was political with a small p. He was a child of global privilege, raised by a family who revered the arts (his father was an amateur photographer who gave Tseng his first camera), and who lived in comfort in Hong Kong before emigrating to Vancouver. But in America he was othered: a queer immigrant who came to be embraced by a community of rebels and outsiders.
After meeting Keith Haring on a street corner, Tseng became his close friend, prolific documentarian, and sometime guide as they traveled the world together. A visit with Haring to a poetry reading at Club 57 was Tseng’s entrée to the East Village, where he made fast friends with other downtown denizens like Ann Magnuson, Kenny Scharf, and John Sex. Tseng reveled in the intoxicating nightlife and took inspiration from the club scene’s performative energy. The dancer and choreographer Bill T. Jones once astutely described Tseng’s “ambiguous ambassador” act as a form of “Chinese drag.” Many of his friends adopted party personas, their art intrinsically linked to everyday life.
Tseng captured this community through his camera, taking meticulous studio portraits of Warhol, Basquiat, and many more. He left an archive of approximately 20,000 photographs immortalizing Haring’s ephemeral public art for posterity. As in East Meets West, Tseng understood the vital power of images to influence perceptions. One late 1980s portrait shows a casually confident Haring reclining on a couch in jeans and sneakers, surrounded by murals and ceramics in his cavernous loft. The graffiti artist, far from being unseen and unappreciated, is elevated. Tseng’s pictures invite the audience into the private creative world of the artist, transforming society’s rebels into the dignitaries they deserved to be.