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In spite of
my advanced old age I have exciting events happening in my life. Tomorrow I
will be taking photographs of a tall, blonde woman whose mother was a well-known
exotic dancer in the late 70s. It seems that when her mother died and the woman
looked into her diary it was only then that she found out of her mother’s
former occupation.
She asked
me, “Alex I want you to photograph me as
if I were my mother.”
It is
obvious that I cannot go back to the late 70s and 80s when I photographed most
of the city’s ecdysiasts. Somehow in my photographs I have to include how my
concept of women has changed. In the 80s and 90s I was obsessed with conveying
my idea of what I found erotic. In some few cases the women I photographed did
tell me what they thought was erotic.
Am I to
shoot for the erotic tomorrow? My idea of what is erotic has vanished. The only
woman I am interested in is my Rosemary who died December 9, 2020. What I
especially miss are those quiet and gentle moments we shared in our bed.
This blog I
wrote yesterday might convey how without knowing I did that in the 90s.
El Baile de las Sábanas Blancas
Because I
shoot film and digital I will be using multiple cameras in various formats. One
of my fave digital cameras is my functioning (with no sim card) iPhone3G.
There is no
doubt that this about-to-be 84 old man is one very lucky old man.
The
Ektachrome illustrating this blog is of my fave ecdysiast ever. She is Tarren.
We communicate to this day and I have photographed her until recently. This
picture taken sometime in the late 70s is the first photograph that I took of a
dancer to be published (in Vancouver Magazine). I have no memory on how it
happened. I still have the Mexican 8-sided mirror. That will be my first shot
tomoroow.
