A note on her...
She was living in Venice, near the beach, in a poor area where struggling artists/actors and hippie types resided. She was the hippie type. And living with an aspiring
sculptor, a guy probably no more than 25. She was 18. And stunning, even without make-up, which she never wore. Would they mind if I took a few test shots of her, unclothed?
They both nodded agreement. She pulled off a loose fitting and sack-like dress, and there she stood in all her ultra-abundant beauty. I knocked off a quick roll of black-and-white,
and booked her for three straight days at the end of the week. I then asked her if she had posed for anyone else yet -- either here, or in Europe, or in any other parts
of the world she had visited. She said, "No." I dropped off the film at the lab, and a day later when I came to pick up the pictures, there on the wall was
an 11X17 color blow-up of Roberta. Gorgeous! Just one catch. I hadn't taken the shot! The lab hesitated to tell me who had, but finally relented. It was a photog whose
work I knew -- John Kirk -- but I had never met him. First, though, I called her. She explained that the day after I met her, she had met Kirk. Someone else had recommended
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