I first saw the picture of Cy Twombly – in a chair, loafers, wool sox, cape, a single finger draped across his mouth – when he died a few years ago. It was one of those pictures that just felt like it was saturated with energy. I was obsessed for awhile. Was it the room? Was it the clothes? His aura? I would see it from time to time on various tumblr’s out there. The a couple years ago I became more interested in Twombly’s work, especially his sculpture, when I was at Rauschenberg’s for the residency. There were many, many books there.
I didn’t know the story about the photos which is told here in a back issue of 032c. Originally published in Vogue in 1966. Such a fascinating story and so interesting to think about how they look now. Of course, I’ll have to track down the 2003 issue of Nest magazine to absorb their resurfacing.