We became friends sitting round a table for 8 at the annual farmers' market dinner in Garrison. The table was nearest the bar and furthest from the band. 2 weeks later he and his wife and their 2-year-old arrived at the studio punctually at eleven.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Same girl eighteen months older, different chicken in new location. Daylight from windows down the entire side of an old carriage house: my studio until my fingers freeze to the camera.
Monday, September 12, 2011
This photograph was taken in 1986. It is a Polaroid of my assistant at the time. A year later we were married. It was taken in my studio on Lafayette Street, NYC and was the first photograph I took of her. Caroline loves to take pictures herself now and last week I assisted her—mostly carrying the tripod and camera bag.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
I sat in my studio of the day (a 40ft potting shed lit by a bank of windows down one entire side), waiting for Laura to finish preparing cucumbers in the kitchen where she works at the Garrison Institute. She walked in and stood in front of me. "Where do you want me?"
"There, by that pile of bricks. Stand there, just the way you are standing now."
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Constantin, on the right, said, "I knew it was time to leave Romania when my 6 year-old daughter came home from school one day and reported that her teacher had told her that the President was her father and the President's wife was her mother." That was thirty years ago.
By plane from Romania, Constantin landed in Florida. "I breathed the air and took the next plane out. It happened to be going to Whitehorse in Canada, on the borders of Alaska. I spent three or four happy days in an igloo. I wanted to stay but my wife did not."
Constantin makes a parachute jump once a month. "Just for the thrill of it. My wife doesn't like me to do it."