I was 14 years old. Living in Toronto, at BSS, the boarding school where my Mum was sent (banished?) when she was in her teens. I was so impressionable, so unworldly, and so profoundly lost. I saw this photograph and I fell head over heels for a woman named Diane Arbus.
She infuses her work with delicate humor and dark self deprecation.
I think it was love at first sight, for me, because with rare exception she photographed people. She focuses on the unique and the individual, specifically people found on society’s fringes.
