Friday 28 May 2021

On my 72nd birthday, with Camilo and Marina

It was windy and rainy. It was wet and ugly but I had to take the photograph that marks my yearly journey into one more year. Except that this day I did not take the self-portrait. My son did it as he appears holding the cable-release that works the camera shooting mechanism. He had just come from school on Friday afternoon and his sister and I had been waiting for him to come home. To comply with the silly ritual, in appearance, of standing in front of a camera under the rain to register how the years keep on turning my former dark hair whiter by the day.
 

By Jack Peilow, ten years had passed since...

This shot was part of a series that young Jack did at the time and was entirely related to beards.  Jack went around town asking men to pose...