
The first rule at the University of Missouri School of Journalism: Great photos don't need captions. This is the first time I can remember wanting to do a caption. While on assignment in LA. I'd stay at Gary's studio. About 5:30 in the morning all I could hear were fire engines, alarms, and a TV reporter commenting about a fire. I walk past Gary's bedroom and he was reading the LA Times. I asked him what was going on. He said "Nothing, It's just the crack house on fire again next-door." We both went through his bedroom window to the roof and this is a portrait I did of Gary. 35mm Nikon F2. His camera. Now you know why I don't write captions... They're too damn long!
To all the ships at sea. I’ve never gone to Websters unabashed dictionary to look up the definition of nostalgia. I was shooting some B roll for my documentary “In this Corner” and all of a sudden, something grabbed me. To be brutally honest, I don’t know what brought it on, but I thought about one of my all time great friends, and a true great artist, Gary Nichamin. Gary and I were friends from 1972 until the day he passed away very close to his sixtieth birthday. Gary did all of the photography for Chicago, The Beach Boys, and Blood Sweat and Tears. He was not only a great photographer, but a fantastic art director. Truly an amazing human being. Gary was not a teacher, he was a doer. Thinking back on all the times we spent together, Gary was always teaching me to push the envelope photographically. As a photographer, he had two Nikon F’s, one with a 35mm and the other with an 85. That’s it! Simple, straightforward, and always generated some great stuff. Netflix delivered Electra Glide in Blue last night. Gary would tell me a story about him and my best friend Mitch Phillips discovering Nick Nolte as an extra in Electra Glide in Blue. Gary absolutely stole one of the scenes in a mental institution. It ripped my heart out. We miss you Gary. JoeD






















