Finding old photos in the garage takes me back to a time when, well, I didn't quite know what I wanted to be when I grew up. Part of me wanted to be this guy:
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BBB and Biker Babe Annie, 1968, Tucson, Arizona
And then in 1975 I turned into this guy:
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BBB with a woman he had relations with at that time. The only thing he regrets is the buscadero rig.
And a couple years later, I grew the Mustache deal.
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BBB in 1977 striking a Samuel Clemmons portrait pose.
So, after all is said and done, what have I learned?
"Never film people outside at noon."
—Steven Bognar