During the second half of the Seventies, before he and ‘everyone’ else we knew moved to New York City, our friend Greg Whittington would drop by my workplace to say hello. Sometimes, the boy featured in these photographs by Arthur Tress would be in tow.
While there, this pale youngster would never once make eye contact with me. Greg told me I frightened him.
Can you imagine anything more ridiculous?
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March 9, 2020 at 5:18 pm
Willym
I understand how he felt – you frightened me….. ;-)
March 15, 2020 at 7:28 pm
Urspo
dear me these photos are frightening in their way.
July 20, 2020 at 4:02 pm
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