Saint Of The Month Club

Saint Olga

Olga Federova from Saint Petersburg, Russia has a Gypsy spirit and a lot of Slavic soul. She lives in the Bronx where she works as a hair stylist and hangs out in Washington Square Park with her granddaughter Karinna. Royce and Vida appear in the picture too. Gypsy stuff here, here and here.

Souls

            
During the fall of 2001, the posters of the missing were tacked everywhere. Although they were gone, their souls were not forgotten.

Captain Patrick Brown

Patrick Brown was the Real Deal. More on Pat here.

San Tomas

During my honeymoon in Guatemala, on September 12th, 2001, shortly after we saw the pictures of the carnage on TV, we walked the road to Zunil in the department of Quelzeltenango. It was there on the road that we met the radish farmer San Tomas. Here's a scene from a local church

Saint Jeromeo

I had a wedding gown in the studio for a job I was shooting just about the time of my own marriage I had to make some kind of saint to commemorate the event. Jeromeo was it.

Saint Zebulon

For Saint Zebulon, a saint of dreams, I cast Irving Wexler who used to live next to me on Broadway and Great Jones Street. He was a sweet, drifty guy who talked about his writing and reminded me a little bit of my father. These are the last lines from the title story of a book he wrote; The hours move by, almost motionlessly, like clouds without a wind. He wonders, as the first glint of light streaks through the window, will the morning be any kinder than the night? 

Saints Castor & Pollux

Saints Castor & Pollux are Sanford, a guy I met a wedding with such style that I had to make him into a saint. He's in the band Gaiiin a Go-Go.

Saint Mom

Saint Mom's the one!

Saint Lucky

Saint Lucky is Royce, my assistant's son. Here, he represents the classic good luck totem that can be burned, rubbed, smoked or prayed to in the hopes of improving your lot in life. Click on small pic for examples.

Santo Indio

Indio might be the coolest guy I ever met. I saw him in a shack at a market in Salvador, Brazil. He sold statuary, powders and sacrificial chickens for the devotees of Candomble, the Brazilian form of Voodoo. He had a crazy three finger snap and I walked out of there with a couple of boxes of ceramic figures that are now scattered around my apartment.