Edmund Teske

got an email today about his archive which made me do an image search.

Faust, 1936, and the book looks like an open laptop.

The gods received me into the secret chambers of an exquisite photographic happening, which for me is the high point of purity.
–Edmund Teske [more from Getty Site]

I have such clear memories of my workshop – i can see myself driving in my white capri. The smell chemicals in his house. Dark, musty, things all over. The beautiful woman from someplace in Europe who made a pass at me. Hard to say exactly how it affected me but truly took me out of what I know which I needed (and need.)