I had the opportunity to photograph a NYC legend @jimwalrod1 earlier this year in his LES apartment. The encounter was brief, with both of us approaching the encounter with some hesitation, mine mostly because I had heard Jim's name through design circles and architecture aficionados years before, and Jim, probably because he wasn't looking forward to being in front of some guys camera that he'd never met before.
He was an enigma that challenged almost everything I knew about anything. He led me around his apartment, introducing me to a drawing that he'd rescued from a goodwill dumpster (and worth a fortune), his multiple photographs, including one of Bruno Sammartino by Lee Friedlander in 1960, and his furniture, especially the orange body shaped cabinet by Nicola L that wouldn't stop starring at me. To be surrounded by Jim's belongings and hear him speak was a humbling experience: he was as brilliant and tough as everyone said he'd be, but easy and fascinating to converse with on any subject you could attempt.
This is the second person I've photographed that has passed away, and it still strikes me as an odd thing to possess a record of somebody else even if they aren't here anymore. It happens to all of us eventually, but the thought doesn't add any comfort to the loss felt. If anything, it's an honor to spend time with someone at all, and I'm thankful I got the moment with Jim in his most private of spaces.
RIP Jim and Fuck Trump! ❤️😭