A Couple from Venice Beach
It's 1967 and a chick I met a couple of days ago is letting me crash on the floor in the garage apartment she shares with her boyfriend in Venice Beach. The boyfriend tells me we are close to a Black Panther chapter and a few nights ago a couple of...
Girlie Show
She takes my head into her hands and plants her lips on mine, puts her tongue into my mouth, and squirms into my soul.
Coffin Nails and Faith Healing
On a short visit to the old homestead in Springfield, Missouri, I borrow my mother’s car and drive to Bass Pro Shops, a local success story about a country boy tying fishing flies to sell in his father’s liquor store and turning it into a national...
Places No One Would Want to Settle
It’s 1973 and I’m somewhere in north Florida or maybe south Georgia, behind the wheel and stuck in the moment. I pass tumbledown bars and markets with screen doors that slam in the wind. People old and young planted upright in the weeds watch me roll...
Cool as Dry Ice in Missouri
It’s around midnight sometime in 1968 when I hit Sedalia, Missouri. I’m on my bike, a 1967 BSA Hornet, and I’ve just come 115 exhilarating, two-lane-blacktop miles at top speed. The attendant at the all-night gas station gives me directions to Black...
Inside a Satanic Hoedown in the Valley of the Damned
The year is 1985, and I've got a gig taking pictures at a satanic hoedown. A warlock in a black cape ushers us into a two-bedroom apartment where about a dozen devil disciples are hanging about, plotting the end of days.
Hooray for Hollywood Boulevard
I've spent a good portion of the last four decades photographing strangers in Hollywood.
The Hot Model and the School-Bus Stripper
In 1979 I moved back to the Ozarks, after a 12-year absence, and crashed at an abandoned old hotel owned by my dad. Luckily he had a photography studio downstairs.
Trials and Tribulations of a Portrait Photographer
In 1978 I was working at a portrait studio in a mall in Orange County and living with my soon-to-be ex-wife. She had given me the green light to sleep around, but I was still miserable.
Multiple Wives and Plastic Lovers
It's 1983 and I’ve got a year-long gig in Saudi Arabia. Subcontracted by Aramco Oil, I've been hired to make slide/tape training programs, which means I fly around in helicopters taking pictures on oil rigs and at gas-oil separation plants. On my days...
How to Disappear in America
It's 1977, and I’m crossing America—Florida to California, Interstate 10, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana… endless miles across South Texas, New Mexico, Arizona. I’ve got two cats and my first wife in the car, a battered 1964 Plymouth Valiant. We’re...
My First Time in the Drunk Tank
I remember a bottle of Bacardi rum, going to a party, stripping naked, following my stiff wiener, and chasing girls around.
Why Do So Many Adult Men Keep Their Mattresses On The Floor?
Despite most bed frames costing less than a month's worth of cold brews, there appears to be an epidemic of grown-ass men refusing to hoist their mattresses onto one. We investigate.
This Camping Site in Japan Looks a Lot Like the Village in Studio Ghibli’s ‘Princess Mononoke’
Here’s your chance to live in the world of Ghibli.
We Asked White People With Dreadlocks 'Why'
"I just think comments like 'dreads are for black people only' are the opposite of cultural progression."
Something About These New Dick Pic Statistics Doesn't Add Up
Let's take a second to really consider dick pics.
She Helped Expose Girls Do Porn, But She Can Never Outrun What It Did to Her
As the ringleaders of Girls Do Porn face the possibility of life in prison, one woman discusses a life-altering decision that led her to contemplate suicide, drop out of school, and go into hiding.
