It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and
I didn’t know what I was doing in New York. I’m stupid about executions. The idea of
being electrocuted makes me sick, and that’s all there was to read about in the papers —
goggle-eyed headlines staring up at me on every street corner and at the fusty, peanutsmelling mouth of every subway. It had nothing to do with me, but I couldn’t help
wondering what it would be like, being burned alive all along your nerves.
I thought it must be the worst thing in the world.
—excerpt from the Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath, first published in January 1963 under the pseudonym Victoria Lucas and later released posthumously under her real name.
featuring Model: Jane Anderson
Photograph by Michelle Gemma
Although I have not run into you around Mystic in a very long time, I am sure you remember me since in the past you took photographs of Maria.
I have been meaning to call you, but usually do not remember until it is too late at night to do it.
As you know, Maria’s father was not at all pleased with the pictures of Maria.
Since the art festival is quickly approaching, I am emailing to ask that you absolutely do not use any photos of her in your booth this year or in any future years
– or show them at any other local events.
We have a friend who seems to go out of his way to check your booth each year and report back to her father, which always sends him into a tirade about how it was never the right thing to do.
I truly think it would be best if you destroyed all negatives of her pictures. I know some were exhibited at the Wayne Richard Barbershop when it first opened, because someone else mentioned that at the time also.
Sorry this did not work out well.
Thank you for your consideration.”
note: the photographer’s father was protective, also.