The shot above was particularly funny considering the fact that Selby probably shouldn’t have been alive by the time I shot him. As a nineteen-year-old merchant marine, he contracted TB and underwent experimental treatment that produced complications, and by the time the doctors were finished with him he had several fewer ribs and most of his lungs missing.

His long recovery led to a heroin addiction that lasted for years, though he’d been clean for nearly two decades by the time I took these photos. This frame is really gallows humour, and probably the most antic author portrait I ever took.