Vietnam, Post Traumatic Stress and Art

Lunch?

Sarah Curtiss — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 23:04:03 +0000

Duck anyone?

Fashion?

Sarah Curtiss — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 23:00:26 +0000

Hard to believe these guys didn’t want their picture taken. I assumed they were looking for attention.

The engagement

Sarah Curtiss — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 00:28:01 +0000

Aren't we cuuuuuuuuute!

My beloved San Francisco

Sarah Curtiss — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 21:57:14 +0000

Put the lime in the coconut

Sarah Curtiss — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 21:55:52 +0000

The Birds

Sarah Curtiss — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 21:52:39 +0000

Dayton Ohio?

Sarah Curtiss — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 21:51:11 +0000

Mead Paper was a client of mine, based in Dayton, Ohio which was a round trip in a day from LaGuardia, typically. One time I stayed overnight so I gave Bob Brust a call for a visit. It was a balmy summer night. He fed me some vodkas on his porch. It was a delightful evening, made more so by the talk about EPMH and the vodka buzz. It doesn’t take me much. Bob went into the house for something, and few moments later my bladder told me it was time. I think I was sitting on the porch steps – this was the ’70s- got up to go into the house for the bathroom. I aimed for the front door, my GPS and Laser designators were working fine, but the gyroscopes in my brain and feet were not in sync. I got up an started to walk ever faster and though my eyes were headed for the door my feet were headed for the wall. Though the stairs were only a few feet to the door the velocity I picked up was astonishing. By the time I reached the house I was at terminal speed and smacked the wall three feet from the door. Despite that, when I drink I am still loyal to vodka because that’s the kind of guy I am.

The Feet

Sarah Curtiss — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 21:48:50 +0000

Lookin' Good!

I can sleep anywhere

Sarah Curtiss — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 21:40:33 +0000

Sweet Dreams?

I was walking from the Met. Museum of Art to the MOMA on Puerto Rico Day in NYC in ’88, having a great day shooting street scenes, people, etc. I came upon this gent sleeping on the subway entrance as you see him and my heart stopped. It stopped for the story you see, but also, if he rolled over he would have fallen 40′ down to the subway. I had to push some one out of the way to take the shot. The adrenalin was pumping. What fun.

There was no joy in Mudville

Sarah Curtiss — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 00:50:30 +0000

The Agony of Defeat