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              Bean: Perhaps you just take a stab at getting them back then. When
                 I left Drummer, Tony DeBlase had sorted all of the photography
                 that existed in the whole Desmodus building by the first letter
                 of the last name or pseudonym of the photographer. There was
                 enough “Sparrow” photography there that it had its own drawer.
                 [Italics added] So it was like “S” and then “Satyr” and then
                 “Sparrow” and then “T.” I don’t know if they still have that sys-
                 tem, but if they do, there’s a whole drawer full of Sparrow pho-
                 tographs there.
              Fritscher: Where is the drawer?
              Bean: At Drummer [At that moment, in the hands of Davolt].
              Fritscher: OK, I’ll check there. Mark [Hemry] and I were just discuss-
                 ing this recently, the mysterious disappearance of all this stuff
                 belonging to David and me, because so much has disappeared
                 with people dying and...the same thing happened with Robert
                 Mapplethorpe. Stuff disappears. Nobody has ever seen his scatol-
                 ogy photographs. Where did those go?
              Bean: I have heard of them before.
              Fritscher: Or Mapplethorpe’s “Nazi” photographs. I’ve seen them,
                 even have copies of some. David Sparrow... How can I put this?
                 As I told you, for ten years, the exact same time I was editor-in-
                 chief of Drummer, David was my lover. We moved together to
                 San Francisco from the Midwest where I had put him through
                 college—somewhat against his will. He was a particular some-
                 body [whom I loved and whom] I supported—into whose unem-
                 ployed hands I put a camera that I purchased, loaded with film
                 stock that I purchased, and took on shoots I set up and cast with
                 models where I’d say, “OK, now I’ll shoot this angle, you shoot
                 that....” [My freckled and redheaded David Sparrow was born
                 hard-scrabble in Evansville, Indiana, in 1946; he had the great
                 beauty of the Celtic gene bank as well as its addiction disorders,
                 and a poor boy’s lust for bright and shiny things in pawnshop
                 windows that stopped him in his tracks on our sex-trips from
                 Manhattan to LA to San Francisco. More than liking photog-
                 raphy itself, he liked cameras as expensive objects; but he was
                 never really all that interested in actually taking pictures because
                 film, and the development of film, cost even more money. In
                 the upwardly mobile way that I forced him to go to university,
                 and again paid for it, I cajoled him into fronting, and being,
                 my  Drummer  photographer, and paid  for  it,  because he  was

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