"I remember...
Being outside an apartment building on the Upper East Side sometime around 1984. I was smoking a cig waiting to go in and meet someone named Jocelyne. I didn't know who she was let alone what an agency did. A photographer from New York passing thru Minneapolis had given me her name and told me to go see her when I went to NY. The office was her apartment and when I walked in I seem to remember her in the corner sitting on a pile of pillows. She looked at my pix that were of wrestling, winter carnivals, summer parades and Prince. She laughed at them and said could I leave them with her and maybe she could do something with them. That was it; I was a part of JB.

I remember...
A few years later, maybe 1987, when I moved to New York, going to lunch at the office and hearing all the stories about the other photographers and what they were doing. I would always stay after lunch and go into one of the darkened rooms upstairs and run in the slide projector the trays she put together of all the photographers' work and a new world would open up. It was such an education to look at Maggie's and David Wells', Wesley Bocxe's, Louise Gubb's and Judah Passow's work and see what a picture story could be. I felt like a part of something very unique.

I remember...
Being in Barcelona in 1990 with a number of JBers who were part of the show "The Other America" at Perpignan. After a night of tapas and wine, Gad Gross insisting that we go to the Gaudi cathedral and Gad walking around it for an hour giving us a private tour and lecture on the importance of this structure.

I remember...
Going to Etienne Montes' vineyard during this same trip and watching Maggie, Steve, Marc, and Jocelyne smoke cigs and drink wine and play a form of Catalonian lawn bowling while Etienne's father cooked blood sausages on a grill. Etienne had worked with Jocelyne when he was a photographer in Salvador. He was now keeping his promises to his father to run the winery that had been in his family for hundreds of years.

I remember...
In 1991. After the shock of Gad's death. After a memorial service in Boston for Gad. All of us who were there going to Walden Pond and John Nordell reading from David Thoreau for what seemed like hours on a sunny day. And the tears.

I remember...
After this. When Jocelyne broke down because of Gad and she went to France to recover. Beth Flynn and Scott Thode holding the agency together and working with Demi to not let what was great about JB slip away.

I remember...
The next year. 1992, in August. The day my son was born. Jocelyne with the whole office, Armin, Demi, Beth, etc., showing up at the hospital to see my son Axel.

I remember...
Marching. In a heavy cold rain. Up 6th Avenue in the fall of 1992, with a group of anarchists angry about police brutality. I dropped off at 43rd Street where ICP is and the Eugene Smith Memorial Award ceremony. Outside at the doorway was Louie, an old-time Post photographer who still wore a fedora with his press card in it. Jocelyne had befriended him somewhere along the way. I said hi and he asked what was going on inside, that Jocelyne had invited him to dinner and told him to meet him there. I said it was the Eugene Smith Award. He looked at me and said 'I know Gene, what's he doing now?' When I went inside it was like JB's coming out party - 3 of the 10 finalists were from the agency. Every time the work of a JBer was shown the room erupted with cheering and applause because so many of us had come out in support.

I still miss...
Everyday. Gad. JB. Cigs.

I remember...
Jocelyne. Every time I press the shutter."