MY LIFE IN PHOTOS - COLLEGE
Bruce "transformed” standing in my parent's Detroit house the summer after high school, after losing 20 pounds. Taking the amphetamine Dexedrine along with starting smoking helped with the weight loss.
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Me in the new family room of our Detroit home. A flood in our basement and the insurance money that followed allowed my dad to build a lovely addition to our house. It became a kind of showplace.
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Me holding an antique gun that oddly found its way to the new family room fireplace.
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Me looking suave.
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Me as suddenly cool.
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Me pretending to be sexy.
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In September of 1960 I moved out of my parent’s home into an apartment at 678 West Warren near Wayne State University. It was the boldest move of my life until then. These are two of my roommates during a visit to my Detroit house, Jim Vacarro, Mark Greenberg and me. Our year in the apartment paved the way for all the adventures to follow. It was pure liberation.
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Me smoking, which, in 1960, made me look cool. I was gradually smoking 4 packs a day. One day, at NYU, after a French class, unthinking and unmotivated, I threw my cigarettes into a waste bin. I never smoked cigarettes again.
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My cousin Betsy and I.
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Me sharing a cigarette with my dad. It was a strange kind of bonding. Both of my parents smoked and our house was littered with ash trays. It was the norm.
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Me with my girlfriend Helaine. She was a wonderful part of my high school and college life but we did not last as a couple. She was the person who would say “I love you,” and I would say, “ditto.” I guess I should have seen where that was going. I did not know it would be a memorable line in my film GHOST but it is quoted back to me all the time.
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Here I am posing on the toilet in my first New York apartment just days before beginning my studies in the film department of NYU.
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Me and my mom sitting in my one-room NY apartment on West 15th St. All new furniture was purchased from Sears just hours before.
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This is my kitchen in my tiny flat and my stocked refrigerator. I was in that apartment for one year and then moved to a one bedroom on West 12th Street.
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This is me directing a scene on the Brooklyn Bridge from my first NYU film, A FROG CROAKS AT TWILIGHT.
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This is a photo of the Johnson Wax Pavilion at the 1964 World’s Fair. I was working selling hot dogs at a food stand nearby. Every lunch hour I would go to the pavilion to watch a three-screen film called TO BE ALIVE. It was made by Francis Thompson and portrayed a single day in the life of people from all over the world. It inspires me to this day.
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This photo was taken by my friend and occasional roommate Barry Kaplan as I was staring out the window of my new 12th Street apartment contemplating the future. For me it is an iconic photo—a whole life ahead of me.
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