James Brown’s death sent me searching for a Memorial image. I’d not printed any of the partial sheet of shots taken years ago…. I had seen him in the 60’s (without shooting him) , so I’d witnessed how he could move faster, longer, than anyone, ever, before or since. In ’83 he’d already been slowed by a heart attack, but he put on a vintage James Brown show, with most of the moves still there… He was one of a kind, brash and electric. ….And the man made sweating an art form.
