Saturday, December 3, 2016

I met Sherry, my girlfriend at the University of Colorado in 1966, in Monumnet Vallery two weeks ago

but first some shots I made of Sherry through the decades

This is a shot Sherry in the snowy foothills above the University of Colorado in 1967. In 1969 I opened with Sam Bruskin the One Loose Eye Gallery of Photography in Taos, N.M. I featured this photo in my first exhibition and the first day a man came in and said "I'd like to buy this photo. I'll come back Monday. Please have her facing the camera." Wow more than twenty years before photoshop!


Sherrry in Deer Isle, Maine 1968


Sherry rendevous NYC 1972


Sherry wearing a huipil (Guatamalan Indian native hand-woven blouse). 1972



in my loft on 29th st off Fifth Avenue in Manhattan 1976


Sherry in the arms of her nephew Scott circa 1989 E. Marion, Long Island

we got an apartment at Gouldings Trading Post.


Sherry and Eric a mere 50 years later


a mitten b4 dark



Sherry shoots from the hip


Sherry shoots at sunset. note the vehicles coming out of the Monumnet Valley 


same stylish woman I knew 5 decades ago.


the morning light illuminates Sherry's hats, my half boots with spurs, two yearbooks I bought in Flagstaff and "Western Nudes" a very rare book by Andre de Dienes of his nudes mixed with shots of Navahos including snake dancers


the winds didnt prevent me from shopping the wednesday Kayenta Indian market


I venture out


we cooked and aste like we didnt do when we lived together on Pine st off Broadway in Boulder, Colorado


the view from our apartment at Goulding towards Monument Valley




deep in the valley before we headed back


Sherry before heading home on the last cold morning


Sherry dressed for the cold drive home the last morning


























Monday, November 14, 2016

All Burned Up

I left Larn and his many black cases of camera equipment on the lip of a Shell gas station off interstate 10 in Phoenix. Nadine was coming to pick him up only hours into our planned week long road trip. We couldnt get along.
I kept driving towards Flagstaff to meet Sherri Stein as planned at the Goulding Trading Post tomorrow. Just short of the exit to Sedona I came upon a truck in flames. I pulled past it and parked. The driver asked me to call the police and they already knew. I asked him what was in his burning truck and he said "potatoes". But I knew it was the film the three of us hoped to make.
C'est la vie.

I should have known things weren't right when i took my car up rt. 79 towards Florence and Larn kept staring at his phone saying "it keeps saying `turn around'".  After a bit he asked if we were on a `road trip'. It gave me the subtitle to our failed attempt "Eric Kroll a prick with a vision".  the journey is the destination

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Everybody from then till now

photos of people.

Veronica

Veronica leaves withher gourd

day of the dead


Robin before the election results

Larn Poland, my filmmaker friend


same woman out of the shadow






Eleanor


me and Steve Romainello and Robert Campbell watch the world series



Sarah wearing bl and red pantyhose and blocking the world series


Chris Rush below one of his fine paintings


mother/daughter day of the dead


daughter


Navohoa concessionaire at the bus station


shrimp with garlic from the Rayna cafe. Alamos, Sonora


Dante's first day at work


gourds put a smile on my face


a valentine to Tucson



















Sunday, October 30, 2016

I always pretended I was Diego Riviera and Melanie King with Freda Kohler

I have friends that are thinking of doing a full length documentary on me and my work with a working title "Eric Kroll...a prick with a vision" which is a quote by Alan McDowell from an article he did on me for Hustler many years ago.
The segment I hoped they would do on my ten plus year relationship with Melanie I felt should just be the photos she made of me, she made of others while we were together and my photos of Melanie.
Though we fought almost the entire time in Alamos, Sonora Mexico I felt we added great material to this concept.

me in a tequila bar in Alamos by Melanie King



Melanie celebrates by 70th birthday while riding side saddle in the plaza. Alamos, Sonora


Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Alamos, Sonora celebrating my 70th birthday. footage by Melanie King

video
I wished to `get lost' like I ued to do in the early seventies when I first worked commercially in NYC. Every time I'd do a job I'd take the $300 and fly down to Guatamala City and take second class buses to thru Guatamala stopping in Panajahcal (Lake Atitlan) and walk across the border into Mexico and end up in Merida, Mexico.
I was told to try Alamos so after much research I found Tefeca bus line and Melanie King flew in and we got a cab to 5500south 12th avenue and spent 10 hours on the bus and ended up in Navajoa. Then Rosario drove us 60 kilometers to Hotel Luz del Sol and into the arms of "Luchy",
Alamos is like a Gabriel Marquis novel. Colonial, quiet old except for the Mexican cowboy bar we found and on my 70th birthday,


complimentary breakfast at del Sol.

our two bedroom quarters at "Luchy's"


beautiful Michelle the next day at the bar


I found the bar by following this man into the bar





Melanie at a former Abbey now hotel




Melanie and I begin a simmering (well done) 24 hour fight


portrait of Melanie 


(for me) a very sexy Melanie in a kid's black velvet sombrero I bought in south Tucson and wearing a faux rubber hot pants jumpsuit I bought at the 22nd st thriftshop that is going out of business.



 a couple of days later. still in Alamos. This whole town is Colonial Spanish. an hour or two or three I heard Spanish ballard music and went outside to see musicians in full 16th century outfits and instruments walking up the narrow street in front of our hotel. earlier in the day we heard a funky marching band and that was from a Catholic school down the same block and around the corner. Then we visited the Hotel Colonial and she took us inside and out the back which had an enormous hall with long carved wooden tables. I want tequila and she sent us to a infamous tequila bar again down the end of her block. 
we rang the bell and a fellow let up in and took us through the gardens and more gardens to Arcadio who had been our waiter two nights earlier. Suddenly I realized we were in the butt end of the same restaurant!!! Then we sat and drank expensive tequila while i sat below a portrait of Poncho Villa.


the old grand hotel even had a small theater like from the 1800's. here I am faux proposing to Melanie