Boston. Early Seventies. My friend and I were leaving to go hawk our male nude calendar at Harvard Square. During these years, only one other calendar had come out with bulked-up guys dressing like the milkman or the postal carrier. BOOring. We asked our friends to find our models and also asked men we knew. Regular guys. Interesting faces, not Mr. Hollywood.
We developed the photos in a makeshift darkroom in my bathroom, had to hussle hard just to get someone to print it. We didn't make a cent, but it was fun...and oh, the escapades we had doing this. One of the funniest was photographing one man in an old graveyard out in the country at dawn. I mean, who other than us would be there that early? Here come a group of little ladies headed our way. Have you ever seen a guy put on his pants and run at the same time??:-)
Good thing we got the shot first!
Another slice of the pie called Pris.