(Wilma was the palamour of Weegee's when they lived together on w. 47th st in Manhattan.) I read where Julian Templeton wa maing a major film on Weegee starring Joe Pechi (sp). I felt, most likely WW would be hesitant to work with little old me,
a man without a major Hollywood studio behind him. Instead she invited me to come look at Weegee's girlie work. She had no idea who BP was but offered to help. I arrived and she took me back to her kitchen and on the kitchn table were a pile of Weegee negatives. I looked...I found. She said take what I needed and make prints. It turned out Weegee had been the official photographer for a nudist camp in NJ. I made the BP prints from weegee negs and I began selling them. I also printed Weegee's distortion negatives. Back in the early 1950's he felt he was an "artist" if he held a coke bottom glass between the negative and the paper. The distortion negs weren't particularly popular but I was able to sell other original Weegee's I had. This was in the late 1988's.
Wilma was a Quaker and at one point flew back to Africa to work as a missionary. When she returned months later (we used to eat Peruvian food near her house) she moved using two canes. I asked her how old she was and she said if she told me it would affect our relationship. I said "no way" and she said "94" and I blanched and said "wow". Then months later someone mentioned Wilma's funeral. I miss her. Her down-2-earth self.
Flash forward to me bringing some of the Weegee originals and pieces I had printed to Terry Etherton and he liked them and is taking them to LA to sell. He even wrote me a check in anticipating sales. I was able to pay my overdue electric, water and gas bill.
Anyway a day after he took the Weegee material I visited Christa, another elderly woman, who runs her deceased husband's paperback bookstore. I try and buy from her every week becasue I'm a hopeless "picker" and I wanted her to make some money. She has a row of a thousand weather and beaten girlie mags and I have gone through them.
This time I grabbed a 1956 Look magazine with a young Queen Elizabeth on the cover.
I thumbed through it and came upon COLOR Weegee distortions!
I had never seen them before. There is a God but there is no such thing as a Santity Clause.