1970. Fresh out of Law school, working for a large firm he was invited out to Fire Island Pines for a weekend. On a beautiful summer day he took the ferry across the Great South Bay. He arrived at the harbor and took the long boardwalk to the east end to Sail walk. His hosts house sat on stilts atop a dune with an ocean view. Naked, with the bodies out of the physique magazines of his youth the weekend would be a blur of suntan bodies, dance floors tightly packed with bare torsos, lithe bodies dancing on tables at Tea, and lantern lit dinners on a deck overlooking the sea. That weekend he fell in love…he was home.
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Initially he didn’t have the courage to ask anyone to do nudes. That changed one afternoon in September of 1975. Alone on a beach shooting seashells he looked up to see a man he lusted after for years approaching. he asked what he was doing. He showed him the shell pictures. “You know what you should be shooting?” We should go back to your place and make dirty pictures.” They did, and the rest is history…
Thank you Tom Bianchi for this beautiful documentation of a historic time in the Pines.