They Called Him “Louse” … (1969)

… but his name was really Lewis, and he was then a roommate and co-conspirator of mine.  Against my better judgment, I finally agreed to photograph his wedding, this after the past four or five years of shared mischief and countless warnings about marriage.  That shoot turned out to be, predictably, one of my worst photographic experiences.

J.L. Overlooking the pool at my Hollywood apartment, July 1969

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