Teenage boys from New Jersey on their first trip to Europe. Can you blame them for reveling in the delights forbidden them at home? Like staying up very late. Drinking whatever and however much they want. And, well, acting like a group of teenage boys away from the nest. Being one of the Catholic-school trip's chaperones had its challenges. (Seen here, several of the rowdier ones at the back of the tour bus, inflating the condoms they'd purchased in some sex shop they'd visited.) Where, I wonder, are they now?
February 26, 2015
Another shot from the student trip on which I was a chaperone. (And an early example of the human/statuary opportunity I still tend to favor.) Can you guess which person here was the subject of scandalous rumors after returning stateside and quickly vanished from the school, never to be seen or heard from again?
February 25, 2015
I have recently purchased a gizmo that transfers slides or negatives into digital images. And so I've been unearthing photos from the past, some of them of questionable taste and sophistication. Like this one, part of a project for a photo class I was taking. I seem to recall that I wanted to do something along the lines of Helmut Newton. I don't think Newton needs to worry.
February 24, 2015
"Three little maids from school are we." Seen here on one of the picturesque shopping streets of this picturesque Austrian town. Where The Sound of Music was filmed. And where Mozart was born. Both events feature prominently in the tourist brochures, names of menu items and window displays of souvenir shops. I was a chaperone on this Eastertime student excursion from the New Jersey high school where I was teaching. The kids on the trip were alternately gaga about seeing a larger world and being allowed to drink without restriction.
February 23, 2015
Vincent Price in his garden overlooking Los Angeles. I think of my late friend frequently, but always on this, the day after the Oscars when we would faithfully get on the phone and review the previous night's ceremony. Of course, his observations were those of an industry professional, mine just a star-struck fan's. During one such call a few years after this photo was taken, he told me that he had been too sick to attend the Oscar party he'd been invited to. "Audrey and Elizabeth were there." (What!? How sick would I have to be to skip a party with the Misses Hepburn and Taylor?) "I've always liked Audrey," he continued. "Elizabeth I've always thought was, well, tacky."
February 22, 2015
I’m always amazed when I see how Europeans love 20th-century Hollywood movies. In Madrid, a rep house shows Casablanca on a regular basis. Here in Lisbon, well, you can see for yourself. But try as I may, I still can’t figure out why those wacky French still revere Jerry Lewis.