Some of my earliest photographs, taken with the 1935 Leica.
Alley, Paris 1964.
1935 Fiat, Paris 1973
Street Crossing, Paris 1964. Cartier-Bresson "knockoff," my first OK "street" image.
Quai 1964. Influenced by Cartier-Bresson, I tried to compose with moving subjects.
Lady/Window, Paris 1964. She remained with her head in her arms for a long time. Sad? Just tired? I'd liked to have asked her, but didn't know how.
Brian Bernhard Harris, Paris 1964. Brian Bernhard Harris, my best friend for years, was a very good painter, a Spanish classical guitarist, a fine writer, and an intense and angry young man who later drank himself to death. We used to compete as artists and draw “Exquisite Corpse” surreal drawings, and sketch each other’s portraits in cafés. When we were kids and neighbors in New York, we set up a wired Morse code system between our adjacent apartment buildings. It worked, but as neither of us had the patience to actually learn Morse, we only managed to send our names and S.O.S.
Brian taught me how to develop film in a bathroom sink.
Brian Bernhard Harris, Hotel Stella, Paris 1964
Metro Entrance, Paris 1964.
Garbage men, Paris 1964
Self Portrait, Hotel Stella, Paris 1964
Shadow profile self-portrait, Paris 1964.
Fletcher Wilson Boles, Paris 1964 His friends called him Boles. This shy kid from a military family stationed abroad was a fine writer with an off-beat sense of humor. We both lived in the Hotel Stella, and were classmates at the American College in Paris. Brian Bernhard Harris was a mutual friend and neighbor, and we all used to go to John Huston and Kurosawa movies together. One late night after a film, Boles and I got drunk and launched into a movie fight in the wet streets, complete with sound effects, rolling falls and slow-motion. Had we been arrested, we might have been kicked out of the hotel, the school, and perhaps the country. As it was, the hotel owner was not amused to see us stumble in late, drunk, wet, and battered.
After decades spent trying to locate him, I learned that he had been killed in Vietnam shortly after college. I wondered how he would have written up that movie fight.
Fletcher Wilson Boles, Paris 1964 (reflection).
Crashed police truck, Paris 1964 Into the Hotel Stella, a student hotel on Rue M. le Prince, the Paris police involuntary parked. No injuries but pride.
Metro, Paris 1964
Michael's Greek Resturaunt, Left Bank, Paris 1964. Our hangoout. Great, cheap food, and friendly. French bread and mustard were free on every table, and during tight times, that would be dinner. The tables were covered in white paper, and I did a lot of sketches on them.
Watching the street, Paris 1964. In many European cities, women sit outside their city homes and watch life in the streets. Often you will see their families and kids, who run errands. Sometimes they conduct neighborhood business, run small loan cooperatives, and help people get city assistance or find services. Very civilizing.
Reader, Paris 1964
Leigh Agniel Saurwein, Paris 1964 Leigh became a great children's book author in Paris.
Cafe with students, Paris 1964.
Newstand, Paris at Night 1964.
Cinema, Paris 1964.
Hawkins, Paris 1964. Hawkins, from Liverpool, said he played with the Beatles before they got famous.
Busts in window, paris 1964 A store window of classical sculpture copies.