Bobby Powers.

USA. New York City. 1959. Brooklyn Gang.

I have been meaning to write this blog about Bobby since august and I am now doing it. He was such a fucking character, I totally loved seeing him and hanging out. Working on him was a trip,  he had paper thin, old irish skin that bruised if you looked at it wrong. When he healed up though that color popped like crazy. I met him through Robin who ran my shop on the LES in the late 90’s. They both worked at Medical Arts detox and rehab on 57th street. Continue reading “Bobby Powers.”