‘Jason Manning’s photos get right in there. Physical images by a creeping stills-ninja, crab-walking through dancefloors, encountering la-la-land goons and surreptitious snoggers. Up walls, into the hidden recesses. Gnarly/slick pics of bodies, contortions, expressions, sweat, intimacy, illegality. Sights forgotten, or best unmentioned. Manning’s work is part of the scene, but apart – moments snapped in the shadows because of alert eyes, even when as mashed as the party people stamping on his prone body seeking ‘the angle’. Manning’s rave reconnaissance photos of piss-stained insalubrious holes and snazzy superclubs courted hedonistically inclined publications, and they married well. His pictures are a bang-on document of that era. As an editor I commissioned Manning for magazine editorial on numerous occasions. Every contact sheet an eye-opener, even for a seasoned night owl like me.'
Former editor of SLEAZENATION Magazine