Jack at a friend's loft on South 5th and Berry, Brooklyn, Aug 7, 2007:
86 degrees and about 150% humidity makes it feel like 125 degrees. Jack wears a wool suit, says he decided 15 yrs ago to throw away his jeans and always wear a suit. Something about how grown up it makes you look, even if you are not.
I have always wanted to photograph Jack, even before I knew his name. He was like a fucked up disheveled Johnny Depp working at the junk store on Bedford Ave. He wore threadbare suits and horn-rimmed glasses, and was quite charming when he wanted to be. I was destined to make a portrait. It would take many years, though. And in the meantime, a lot of life happened.
He told me he has a little prayer that he says to whom it may concern: "I will give you today, just don't give me anything more than I can handle." He says, "I guess god thinks I can handle a lot." That's a good way of looking at it, I say.
May the road rise with you, Jack.