Elvis

Another portrait that has always fascinated me. At times I've viewed it as a pictoral cautionary tale, that no matter how great you are you can be be reduced to something falable and human. The scene is almost comic, the puffy coat, the kids, the cigar, the glasses... anything but a portrait of a "king". Recently, I've began to see it another way, that despite the fact that he is caught in a very human and less than glmorous moment he casts off an aura of a man that is uniquely himself. God bless him.



Elvis, toward the end, bloated and fat but still sounding magnificent. You can't roll against this.