It is with great sadness that I share the news of Sam Haskin’s death. I was lucky enough to spend some time with legendary photographer recently (recap here), and was just as enamored with his stories as I’ve always been with his work. Haskins had a sharp eye and an even sharper tongue (proof). That said, I will forever cherish the copy of Fashion Etcetera that he gave me and choose to remember him as I met him - smiling. My thoughts go out to his family.
Inside the gallery, I was met by Pierce Jackson, Sam, and Sam’s son Ludwig. Pierce asked Sam to do a mic check, and a few numbers in, he paused and apologized. “I never used to sound this hoarse. It’s from the stroke,” he confided. He went on to say he thought he sounded foolish. I said he didn’t and joked that if he wanted to hear what foolish sounded like, he ought to listen to Pierce. It was a potshot, but it worked. Pierce offered a playful scowl, and Sam cracked a smile. The interview began. (via)
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