CHAPTER FOUR † PROJECTARMS CROSSED, BROW furrowed, and lower lip jutting out, I studied the ten photos that marked a cornerstone in my photography
career. They hung side by side along the back wall of the exhibition hall for the Spring Showcase. I’d asked for the last slot to set up. The dean of photography, having heard about the
subject matter of my introspective, graciously gave me access to the hall from ten in the evening onwards. Hell, he made it seem like I could camp out here if I wanted to. Who knew an old codger
like him was a fan of Vicious? I suspected he hung around as long as he could to sneak a peek at the photos, but I refused to free them from the bubble wrap Eddy had encased them in until only
Larry and Silvia remained in the hall with me.
The entire week it took to
