I am writing this a couple days before it will post due to Chatham's death. Ili is out of town, so I have been sitting and moping and scanning and working on old things, drinking whiskey and eating hardly at all, seriously excited and wanting to post everything I have all at once.
But I know better now. I won't.
Doesn't this look like an Eggleston to you? Maybe not, but it does to me. My photo prof surely was showing us Eggleston's work. This was the first color work I did, and it was only at his request. I have two rolls. Now, I wish I had much, much more.
This was my kitchen in 1978. You'll see more of the apartment in the future. I remember it as being the coolest place in the universe. The pictures show me something else. But it was the '70s. Everyone lived with this shit.
Damn, I used to be able to frame the world.
I'll try to do it again.
I'll run out of these too soon. I want to go back and make more.
Don't we all.
yup Mr. E.
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