Scott Zieher has published a book of found snapshots featuring gay bikers from the '60s & '70s.
I found them while doing laundry in my apartment building. I had no knowledge of the man who owned them, but my superintendent told me he’d passed away and that he had lived on my floor. There was a large glass container of coins the super wanted to keep, otherwise the rest was up for grabs—it appeared that the man’s entire apartment had been discarded. From among the rubble of furniture, clothing, a potted plant, I plucked one, lone, standard file-box. I was mesmerized for over an hour while looking through the box back upstairs in my apartment. By the time I went down to put my clothes in the dryer, the heap was gone, bagged, and waiting on the sidewalk for the sanitation department.
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