Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat
Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat
Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat
Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat
Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat
Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat
Jean-Michel Basquiat Jean-Michel Basquiat
Bazooka Joe

The night I met Jean-Michel Basquiat, in early 1979, we had a great time dancing and getting to know one another. We talked about art and music at the Mudd Club and then took a cab to my place on West 92nd Street. We sat around listening to the new Talking Heads album. Being a photography student at that time, I picked up my Minolta camera and started shooting.

He was uneasy at first, but after a few frames I saw him loosen up a little, and his expressions started to flow. He had a very intense and emotional look. At one point he stopped and said to me, "Here's my Bazooka Joe face!" I'll never forget his eccentric personality and the almost childish enthusiasm he expressed that evening.


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