before i lose my style

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In 1975 Nicholas Nixon started photographing his wife Bebe and her three sisters every year, once a year. Always in the same order; Heather, Mimi, Bebe, Laurie. As I look through these photographs I have little arguments with myself about identification and projection, who holds who and why that might be, who takes the foreground and who seems to resist it, why sisters laugh sometimes and not others, how their laughter excludes me and how that is thrilling, whether x is the photo taken after the death of their parents or whether, in fact, their parents are not yet dead, if there has ever been a breach of trust and, if so, did it involve some man or is the truth more interesting, what it would mean if Bebe and Nixon are no longer married, what it means that I call her by her first name and him by his last, how it is you come to care about someone you don’t know. Mimi’s weight loss bothered me.