This was shot in the 1960s in Westwood Village, a tony burg of well-heeledness in Los Angeles wherein Day of the Dead figurines would have spelled exotica. A teen without any professional counsel whatsover, I shot black and white at first because it was cheaper, then later because most of the periodicals to whom I'd sell photographs only printed b+w anyway. An eminence grise myself these days, I've added some sickly, pale color undertones here to play up its Tim Burton-esque qualities.
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