it all began for me at an alternative, quaker junior high school in the mountains of north carolina. garry winogrand’s daughter, laurie, was a classmate; this was in 1970. every thanksgiving all the parents would come to visit. the image of garry is frozen in my memory. trench coat wearing, chain smoking with a head of thick black hair. he smoked so much he had to spend most of his time outdoors. leica, ever ready, around his neck, he was new york cool, like peter falk as columbo. at least that was how the kids at the school saw him. the only photo i his i knew back then was of laurie and her brother ethan hanging upside down at a zoo with a money in the background.
while in junior high i began shooting black + white and working in the darkroom. smitten with the asethetic and it’s ability to touch one deeply, i continue to do so and remain a dark man in a darkrhumba (er, darkroom).