I happen upon this photographer in the early hours of the morning, one of his photos struck a chord - of a half naked woman sprawled on a sofa reading the newspaper and holding a lit cigarette in one hand. It reminded me of the photos I took of Sam, there is something Bohemian about it. Freddo said he thought Sam and I were stylish (we never thought we were, at least not me - Sam takes better care of how she looks) - and perhaps then in the 80s, we were stylish in a Bohemian sense (or just plain poor but resourceful)
https://museemagazine.com/culture/2019/5/14/book-review-ken-van-sickle-photography-1954-2019
After his tour in the Korean War, Ken Van Sickle picked up a Leica camera with only 60 rolls of 35mm film and, with the money from the G.I. Bill, moved to Paris. At the age of 82, the photographer finally published his first monograph Ken Van Sickle Photography 1954-2009.
Split into two different sections, the majority of Van Sickle’s book contains snapshots of his life in Paris as an American expat and later, New York during the 50s. Though captured over 60 years ago, there is this sense of cinematic framing and experimentation that makes his photography perpetually contemporary and modern.
