In researching that I visited his son, Fred Jr., in Brooklyn. Freddie had dozens of paintings stashed throughout his apartment.
I managed several photos, only a few are legible. Shooting paintings is hard enough, but this was 2002 remember -we didn't have digital cameras. Getting any exposure without glare, indoors, on a painting was darned near impossible.
This was my favorite one.
These paintings are fantastical without being fantasy.
If I recall correctly, that's not framed its trompe l'oeil. I do clearly remember the immediate magnetism in her face.
This, kind of a lousy picture. Flipping through my file she jumped out as she never had before.
Maybe I just like their outfits.