We used to roam the streets of New York together, and I liked to photograph Jimmy observing others. He had a great natural curiosity about people, was a collector of street vignettes, and I was forever amazed at the oddities he would stumble on to. One of the oddest was Jimmy’s passing a store one day and pausing to see what one of the two little girls had in her hand. What was it? A chicken head. Only Jimmy would happen upon such surreal situations.
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There really isn’t an opportunity for greatness in this world. We are impaled on a crock of conditioning. A fish that is in water has no choice that he is. Genius would have it that he swim in sand…We are fish and we drown. — James Dean
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