Many photographers of today keep small combs for their customers, but guess it wasn’t the custom back then. Maybe the photographer knew what an unusual picture he would have, or maybe he didn’t care either. I can’t help but thinking if Mrs. Lincoln had been there, this picture would never have been. “For heaven’s sake Abraham, comb your hair!”
We have him on such a pedestal, we have to stop once in a while and appreciate the fact that he was just a man.
“Hey Ma, my 9:00 appointment didn’t show, how’s about a pose?” James Whistler calls.
“Can I sit in the chair and stare straight ahead?”
“I guess so, Ma,” he answers.
“My best side, the left, only the left, okay? None of the right, my right is old.”
“And nothing flashy or trashy, just your basic black and white. Know what I mean, Jimmy?”
“Yeah, Ma. Come on, I’m losin’ the light.”
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Such a fuss, as if anyone is ever gonna see it!” He mumbles to himself.