Friday, June 19, 2015

me by Andrew Emery Brown and Jackie Alpers

I've been trying to get Andrew Emery Brown up to my house ever since I began to work with chaos (about 3 years ago). I have always wanted to duplicate jazz in photos but I couldnt figure it. One morning, taking photos of my private madness, I realized I was living in free jazz and began to take
photos of the configurations of things (images ot follow in a few days). I was filmed for tv years ago by Andrew Brown and I thought he was a fine filmmaker and wanted to make a doc on ME and my creative mess. He is very busy but made it to my house as the light was fading. When he left I felt I had accomplished something- getting him up to my house. He sent me three shots he had taken. I like
very much.

me in the master bathroom ©Andrew Emery Brown

me looking a bit brain dead ©Andrew Emery Brown

wow ©Andrew Emery Brown

when I moved permanently to Tucson over 6 years ago a knew very few people. One poet died shortly there after, one stopped talking to me because I took near naked (tasteful) photos of his 27 year old daughter. One stopped talking to me because he thought I was taking undue advantage of his lawyer mate and the last one stopped talking to me as soon as I moved here.
When I used to visit Tucson from SF and later LA, invariably I'd bring a model/friend to photograph. I asked Jackie Alpers to document a shooting a was doing with Melanie, a photographer model from
NYC that I have known 10 years.

out on east Broadway ©Jackie Alpers

me shooting Melanie ©Jackie Alpers

by ©Jackie Alpers from my shoot

a fine ©Jackie Alpers image

me and Melanie and others cooking in my kitchen after the shoot ©Jackie Alpers

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Eating Chongqin Spicy Chicken from the Szechwan menu at Old Peking on Speedway in Tucson and thinking of ancient American Indian hair styles of thr southwest

from a recently acquired bound 1952 Arizona Highways

a contact sheet of Candy with hair by Dallas inspired by an early Curtis photo I had shown Dallas (circa 1988). shot against shaped styroform that a camera came in

Candy out shopping for vegatables at a Korean deli that were on every corner in NYC back then

Anya the fortune teller from an old Life magazine

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

I've started a new photo essay and discovered I had been shooting backs of women's hair for decades. Here is a shot of Candy with her hair done by Dallas Alleman (working in New Orleans now). He was what made my studio work special in the 80's and 90s in NYC.

Candy from behind circa 1988. NYC

San Francisco circa 2006

(my pet acorn snake)




Brooklyn flea

Leah's friend at the Brooklyn flea

Wilcox, Az convenience store

a model arriving at Dave's in LA

a Santa Fe poet off Garcia St.

the manager at a new Dollar store Tucson

at the Loft Cinema Tucson

also at the Loft Cinema Tucson

Lillian from the back in LA loft party for Steve D.G.'s birthday

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

In Santa Fe, NM in June

It is difficult to write about nasty things when one is visiting heaven so I wont. I am alone except for Ivana, the active turtle,
that scurries back and forth in her huge aquarium feet away from where I am writing. Thank God, Audrey, Willie Bo and Kim
are away in NYC and I have the run of their kind house. They practise Buddhism and I can feel the good earth vibes. They have a flowering yellow bush (Spanish broom)
out front of their house that I have never seen. So I shoot it from all angles. Would it flower in Tucson?
Doubtful. Their well attended garden backyard have acorn cones scattered along a stone path that I will put in perfect order or so it appears,
on digital film. that I am in a fairyland (which I am). I am in Santa Fe, NM and I just had bfast at the Pantry restaurant. The food

is very good but I come to table next to the old Mexican American vibe that runs in the back room since 1948. The love and respect between the locals- both workers and patrons- is palatable as is the red chili (chicken based).

Last night was straight out of a Gabriel García Márquez novel. Up in the Santa de Christo mountains with old friends. The woman
spinning my bead on my wrist first did so in 1966 when we were boyfriend and girlfriend in Boulder, Colorado. Over red wine and Jackson Browne, Van Morrison, Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks, Tom Waits Heartache and Vine, and Dire Straits we remembered back. We’ve remained friends these many fifty years but life keeps us separated from such an evening as we were having with her sister Char and her husband Fred

. Just the four of us. (I don’t have internet here so pl wait for the rest of the evening in the mountains).
I have more than a few friends from the sixties living in Santa Fe. Where Bob works at home.

Where Sherri works at home.

where I set up my work area t Willie, Kim and Audrey's house.