Dr. Foth's Former Mistress Weighs In After a Beer in WhistlerSaturday, December 14, 2019
|Allan Fotheringham and Anne, Bowen Island - 1995|
Vancouver has a poor memory for its history, even its recent one. How many younger than 40 would remember Allan Fotheringham? How many would know what good journalism was as there is very little of it now?
In 1995 I traveled to Bowen Island to photograph writer and newspaper columnist Allan Fotheringham for an article in Toronto Life Magazine.
While there I was introduced to a friend. This is what happened as written to me a couple of days ago by the friend in question:
Hello Alex: I just read your comments [this blog] on AllanFotheringham and how the last time you saw him was on Bowen Island to photograph him for Toronto Life. You mention the nude mistress behind him . That was ME!!! I roared with laughter when I read this. What fun it was posing in that photograph. We have been married coming up 22 years and still love each other to bits. Allan is 87
now and no longer writes but we get comments all the time from people wishing he did, with Trump in office and the nature of the rest of the world. Thank you for a good laugh. It is my favorite photo. Wishing you and yours a very Merry, Merry and a Happy, Happy! Anne and Dr. Foth.
I secured Anne's permission to include her communication in this blog. To it she added:
I remember the day you came to Bowen. Julian Porter, the liable lawyer, was staying with us and he went out on the deck while the photo shoot occurred indoors. It was my idea to sit in the background giving the illusion of being nude. I actually had a jumpsuit partially on. So not totally nude but your talent gave that impression.
I have one more story to tell her about Fotheringham and alas! I have not picture to show. I lost the slide (I do not do this often). The story began in the Socred Party Nomination Convention in Whistler in 1986 (Vander Zalm won). I was assigned by the Vancouver business magazine Equity to photograph the event. On the first day, early in the morning (it may have been 8:30) I spotted Fotheringham walking up the stairs to his desk with a large brown paper bag. I waited and pulled out my camera. Fotheringham sat down and pulled a can a beer from the bag that contained a six-pack. The photograph was perfect but then...