Was in Istanbul at the end of 2019 to do an artist residency Be Mobile Create Together organized by l’Institut Francais. Though it was only a few months ago, it now feels like years given all the things that have been happening in the world since I was there. The thing that comes to mind was all the closeness and affection I felt between the people, even between the people and the animals. I wonder if the Turks are still clinging to one another given the arrival of the mysterious virus which has turned our world upside down.
A clip from “Moving Pictures“, a 9-minute short film with photographs from “One Last Goodbye“.
Animated and co-directed by William Le Caron.
I don’t know how many chambre de bonne there are in Paris, but I must have lived in half of them. One day, I saw a young man standing on the rooftop of the building across from mine on rue d’Aumale. Maybe he was meditating, or maybe he had just gotten out of jail and was taking in the vast open space, but I was getting worried about what the one horrible thing that people do from the top of a roof.
“Ca va?” I shouted at him.
“Ca va.” he answered.
He stood frozen for a minute or two, long enough for me set up a tripod and snap a picture. When I looked out of the window again a moment later, he was gone.
I was relieved to see him back on the rooftop, at the same spot, a couple of weeks later.
Gerhard was a German from London. We shared a single room occupancy hotel room on 99th and Broadway for a few months. Both of us were holding on by the skin of our teeth to survive in the rough jungle of the Big Apple. He had worked at the Ritz in London and was looking for a similar job at a 5-star hotel in New York. In the meantime, he worked occasionally as a waiter for a temp agency. He got me in on the action and sometimes we would take the subway all the way out to Brighton Beach in Brooklyn to a synagogue for wedding receptions. The long trek was worth it because it paid $15 an hour and back in the late 80s, that was good money.
Snuck up on this beautiful white horse having dinner on the island of Schiermonnikoog in Holland. He was too busy chowing away to notice me encroaching him ever closer. The lens was wide open and I think the shutter speed was 1/2 a second or maybe even a full second. The sound of the shutter clicking startled the poor bugger and he moseyed on over to another spot to dine in peace.
She was Swedish and gorgeous, the girlfriend of my roommate Armon when we were living in Little Italy. For the life of me, I can’t remember her name. I want to say Liv…only because she was as beautiful as Liv Ullmann and I would bet anything that Ingmar Bergman would have put her in one of his movies if he had met her. I was secretly in love with her and fantasized that she would leave Armon and run away with me.
Taken in my dorm room in Bursley, a few days before I left Ann Arbor to move to New York with big hopes of making it as a photographer. I was 19 and totally clueless about life and everything else.