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Bill Poplack, 1982

My Grandfather, William J. Poplack, died yesterday at around 4:45 in the afternoon. He was incredibly caring and generous human being, and, at 88, he’d lost absolutely none of the wit that made him so much fun to spend time with. Grandpa stayed with us through more than 10 years of his declining health  he was also a fighter with an iron will. He survived a Nazi P.O.W. camp after his plane was shot down over occupied Holland during World War II, and then, forty years later, bested a gunshot to the heart during a mugging right here in New York City. When his time finally came, he was surrounded by family in Birmingham, MI, the place he lived all his life. Every one who knew him and was close to him will certainly miss him very much.

thLast year I went on the road with The Jonbenét, a hardcore band from Houston, Tex. It was loads of fun and I had the opportunity to try to make photographs in a completely different way than I ever have before. I narrowed the hundreds of photos that I took over those three weeks down to the handful I’ve had up on my site for a year. Most of the editing wasn’t that hard – I took a lot of shitty pictures. But I was looking back at the scans tonight and there were I few things that I thought would be worth posting and writing a sentence or two about.

This is one of the handful of photographs I made on tour that I consciously anticipated until I was able to get it processed and take a look. I ended up a bit disappointed in the final result because, if you look too quickly, you’ll totally miss just how young this kid is. I kind of forget what I didn’t like about it now though. Read the rest of this entry »