Chuck also was known as Lisa. He wished he was a she. I remember watching him shoot some dope in my local subway station once as I waited for the train. Despite the fact that I was shooting for a subway book, due to personal reasons I couldn’t take the shot of Chuck and his needle. I have no problem taking pictures of junkies nodding, because I’ll show a collection to my kid one day in the hope that it might be a deterrent of sorts. Maybe it’s like the war photographer who can shoot piles of dead bodies, but when faced with a chance to record a firing squad at work, is unable to steady the camera…Maybe not.
NYC 1988
The truth is always unknown with these guys…Was he trying to forget memories of war? When he was a young man did he land on Omaha Beach? Or was he already deep in debt from a gambling problem? Was it a woman who left him ruined, back in ’55…I’m sure he had his reasons, we all do…
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Saddest Photograph 1988
It’s been over twenty years since I took this picture, and at the time I felt like it was the saddest photograph that I had ever made. Now I still feel that sadness, because the man’s eyes show more pain than I could ever expect to know, as he pushed all his possessions across 23d Street in a shopping cart…
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