I was going through some negatives, looking for something. I found something else. These are a few (!) shots I took, in 1968. Some are embarrassingly trite. Some are historical. Some are very personal.
Window Shopping, New York City–4.1968
I studied under two hardcore Leica street photographers, who were steeped in the tradition of Friedlander and Winograd. Even though I shot with a Canon SLR, I was clearly influenced.
Steinway & Sons, New York City–4.1968
49th St. Encounter, New York City–4.1968
5th Avenue, New York City–4.1968
3 Women, Central Park, New York City–4.1968
Playground, Brooklyn– 4.1968
Be-In, Central Park, New York, City– 4.1968
Street Demonstration, New York City– 4.1968
Central Park Demonstration, New York City– 4.1968
A case of simply being at the right place at the right time. 40 something years later and I still think the woman is all wrong. Too done up .
Ossie Davis, Speaking in Central Park, the day after Martin Luther King was assassinated.
April 5, 1968
Irene came in costume. She was nothing if not the embodiment of contradictions. We were friends. We also lost track, years ago.
Probably the last photograph I took of Joyce, and the last time I saw her. In this one, the moment had passed, the magic had disappeared, the subway to Manhattan beckoned.
Maybe my favorite shot of Joyce, and the least representative. She left me with strong memories and film negatives...