Lou sleeping at the jameson loft. i remember being very aware that the clearly audible sound of my shutter at 1/15 might wake him from his sleep, thus getting caught in the act of photographing him unaware.
This is the text from the first time i showed this image: There is something special about this wily acrobat, this egyptian monk, this hoodoo water walker, fire eater, sin spinner…this morning in particular he slept so soundly. Well, i believe he always sleeps deeply, emitting a thunderous roar (such as one might if the powers above and below thunder clapped at the moment 10 thousand new yorkers gasped) sending off in infinite directions a wave like no other. A man of benevolent gestures, who wears t-shirts and underwear spun by the finest midnight glowworms. We lost track of him somewhere in the appalachians but he’s sure to return soon.