Thanks for the kind words, guys, I too wish the clients were there, believe me!
As much (almost) as I wish I still had the negatives. When we were getting ready to move to Spain I did a bonfire of the vanities number and sold what I could to old clients, saved what I thought was too personal to lose, and shredded the rest. Whoever expected that snaps would sell as art - I sure didn't know about any photo galleries! But, those shots and the other Barbour calendar I shot in the park beside our house were special to me, as was a colour one that I did for them in Glasgow's Pollok House, which stamper will know well, and the studio (the shot with the black bra, red gown, beads, mirror); there was no way I'd destroy them... but they have vanished. All that's left is some Bardot material and very few trannies; even some of the ones actually used on cals have been lost because they never returned from the scanning/separation companies/printers. It's amazing how lax and out of control working for yourself can actually let you become - you lose track. On the other hand, not only Golden Ages come into play, but male menapause too. That's why you sell a couple of Hasselblads to buy a friggin' Bronica 6x7!
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Rob C