For most of us happy-go-lucky heterosexuals, a pretty girl is just a pretty girl (no complainers, we!) But, for that, photographer WEEGEE, a pretty girl is just a starter, a piece of unmolded clay, an empty canvas, so to speak. It is only when he finds a pretty girl that his diabolical work begins. By a mysterious process that he learned in the mysterious orient (or so he says, because we think he listened to too many Shadow radio programs when he was a child) he places a trance on the pretty girl and after the inevitable transmutation, he slyly sets up his camera and ho, ho, ho, away he goes.

(Weegee’s Second[?] Life, or, I Lived on Cheesecake…)

An uninhibited peek at feminine foibles through the sardonic camera-eye of one of America’s most original photographers…