One day sometime in 1970 or 71, rising commercial photographer Dennis Chalkin said to his girlfriend, “Oh shit, I have to do that spread for Audience Magazine. I told those guys it would be done by Monday. What the fuck am I gonna do?”
“I dunno, youʼre the artist.” He franticly looked around the room. Just as he was about to give up he sees the sun reflector she uses to keep her tan that groovy golden brown he likes so much. He grabs her by the hand, picks up the folding cardboard mirror and rushes out into the world that is full of promise just for him and her. It is good to be young, creative and in love.