Two Callas, more rounded in appearance, photographed near Easter 1980
My father at 87, ten years before he died.
He had changed his shirt because his white undershirt was sticking out and ruining the image. As he changed, I saw how gaunt he was around his neck and asked him to hold his shirt up with his hands. The image I saw reminded me of a bust of a statesman or revered man. My father was a salesman most of his life. I wanted to elevate this man to the level of recognition reserved for governors and distinguish him for his honesty and candor in his life.
First in a series of three images of transvestites who came to my studio to dress and transform themselves.