I took this photograph of a Prostitute in Amsterdam. I was riding my bike by when I saw her. She waved to me to come in. I stepped inside her small little red-lit room and I persuaded her to allow me to capture this moment. One frame and that was it! My friend later went back to give her my photograph but she was no where to be found. This is one of my old time favorites
Here's another oldie but goodie. Gina Kardos & I hitch-hiked to Croatia during the war. We heard about a creepy local island called Witch Island and of course we had to go! It was a very odd and mysterious island. I could go on and on about the strange things that occurred. This wonderful old man invited us into his home to share some wine with him. He handed me a dusty old glass complete with bugs and cobwebs. I drank of his wine and took this photo. It feels veryHenri Cartier-Bresson, if I could say so myself! A few days later my camera was stolen and thrown in the sea. I ended up sneaking into the thief's house and retrieved my water-soaked camera only to save this role of film. What a story! — at Mali Lošinj.