My
mother often told me in Spanish “De estas aguas nunca beberé,” “Of these waters
I will never drink.” I was a stubborn little boy and I would refuse to eat this
or that or do this or that. I eventually learned that she was right and by the
time I was 22, I finally sampled peach yoghurt and I have not stopped loving it
since.
I never ate
fish in a meat eating Buenos Aires, but in these last few years I have begun to
like good fish and chips and I will tolerate barbecued salmon.
Photographically
I have prided myself that although I shoot lots of racy nudes I have never “done”
cheesy boudoir nor have I ever planned to begin.
But these
6x7 cm transparencies of a lovely woman called Karen Firus reveal that I did do
such photographs. And in my failing memory I remember that I was assigned by
Vancouver Magazine to take these pictures. I remember a house in North
Vancouver and a completely purple bedroom. I do not remember if I suggested
taking her photographs on her bed or if this was Ms Firus’s idea. The fact is
that here they are proving that even from her grave my mother was always right.
And Karen
Firus where are you?
