Last night I started the on-going task of re-organizing my archives. As in all the photographs I took a million years ago that were not needed for my book, Everybody I Shot Is Dead.
After finding a few slides of Rufus with Chaka Khan (I hope I find more), I decided it would be nice to see the slides in this box...
...and was expecting some lovely shots of the city.
Um, no such luck. Instead, I found the box filled with photographs of me. They were shot at Klaus Voormann's house and I think were taken by his girl, Cynthia. I needed them for the gallery shows for my other book, Starart and also for some bookstore window displays.
Here's one I like that wasn't used. When I get a chance to scan it, you'll probably see it as my profile picture on Facebook.
Time to dig back into the slide boxes!