One day long ago, not too far away, on a balmy afternoon Mr. Bob Weir walked into my studio. I recognized him immediately…
Read MoreThe crowd was roaring last night at Ground Zero, just three blocks from our apartment. The news was good and a long time coming. I will never forget that day, nor this one…
Read MoreI first met George Olson during a sniper attack in San Francisco in the late 70’s. A deranged gunman, reportedly with an M16, was firing from a high floor of an office building…
Read MoreThis is #5 in a continuing series From “Blur: A Memoir,” an ongoing and random series of stories, dreams, and memories from my life as a photographer…
Read More#4 in a series from “Blur: A Memoir,” an ongoing and random series of stories, dreams, and memories from my life as a photographer….
Read More#3 in a series from “Blur: A Memoir,” an ongoing and random series of stories, dreams, and memories from my life as a photographer.
Read MoreFrom “Blur: A Memoir,” an ongoing and random series of stories, dreams, and memories from my life as a photographer. This is #2 in a continuing series from “Tesåo,” about my wife Tereza and our relationship…
Read MoreWhen Tereza arrived in New York City from Brazil in 1976, her older sister Magda got her a job in a sweatshop on 23rd Street sewing leather bags for Carlos Falchi…
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