Yup: wish ah were dead. Dead, dead. Kill me now. Putcher Winchester upta ma temple, press the barl gently gainst mah head, and jes squeeze. Gowon, do it.
There are no notations in the Dorcus archives for this photo; it simply appears. There were rumors in the mid60s that Raoul had designed a line of mens house dresses, but that the line met with such resistance that all evidence was lost, the designs misplaced, the photos mislaid and the designers shot with a .357 nickel-plated pistol, driven to a marsh in New Jersey and buried by the big tree stump across from the IHOP off exit 67.
As for this photo, one can only speculate about the models thoughts.
Perhaps hes just the happiest man in the world right now, because he has a cup of coffee in his hand and its got two ounces of Jim Beam swirling around that rich Folgers goodness. Maybe hes thinking about the money this gig will bring - sure, its humiliating, but whos gonna see it? The boys down at the plant dont read annya them fashion magazines. And if they do, well, I got a football in my hand. That ought to reassure them. Sure the hell reassures me; if that fella whos shooting the pictures tries to take it away again, hes going to find out what it feels like to get a pigskin suppository. Ahm guessin the stitches dont feel all that good goin in or goin out.
Luckily, Raoul abandoned his mid-60s plan to put men in dresses.