Entry
I knew a guy who lived in Danks Street. He was the master of retouching. He would give me money to get a pastie or a pie. He had a Luke Skywalker type name being a member of the Stars Wars Club. I sold him my guitar under their leaking roof. I was desperate to be another Eugene Smith , Ansel Adams. My technique was pathetic compared to my eye. I was young I knew a photo before I shot one but the darkroom was like a total amateur in clumsiness and awareness . My greasy thumb held many a film. How great this man was . My entry to Nirvana.
BillyPilgrim 