The photographer’s muse
I met Martin during our freshman year at Vassar. I was never without my camera, and he was my willing subject. He went on to “star” in several of my student films. He was my buddy, my willing companion for any number of adventures. He gave the best back rubs. I recall the semester he borrowed his father’s car, which lacked functioning brake lights, and hoping we would avoid being rear-ended. Most of all, I remember celebrating several beautiful, sunny, Founder’s Days with him.
I’m not sure why we fell out of touch after Vassar. I guess it was partly due to it being the pre-Facebook era. We emailed once, and he told me that he had married Marta. About six months ago, I decided to go looking for him on Facebook and we had what turned out to be one last conversation. We realized we had both lived in Brooklyn around the same time. It sounds like he had a life filled with happiness and love. I am thankful to those who brought him that happiness, for he deserved it.