posted: September 23, 2006
This photo of me and my friend Carl ran in The New York Times Book Review on July 25, 1971, to illustrate some reviews of books about Troubled Youth. It was shot while we were hanging around smoking hash at Bethesda Fountain, in Central Park. They must've liked the wistful white girl and pensive black guy vibe of it. We do look troubled; I think we cultivated a troubled look back then.
Carl and I had no idea that we were being photographed (though it would have thrilled us, had we known), and it was a complete surprise when my parents saw it in the paper that Sunday.
I ran into Carl about 10 years ago, in Union Square Park, and I recognized him instantly. He hadn't changed a bit. Unfortunately, I have.