Everybody, it seemed, loved Sammy Davis Jr., and he loved them back -- with his camera.
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| Photos courtesy of Altovise Gore Davis "There would have been no civil rights movement if it hadn't been for Bobby Kennedy." Click photo for larger image. |
By the time he reached stardom in the late 1950s, Davis was working with the latest equipment. His subjects moved up a few notches, too: Frank Sinatra, Marilyn Monroe, Robert Mitchum, Bing Crosby and Jerry Lewis, who gave him a Rolleiflex in the early 1950s.
Davis kept clicking away -- actors, politicians, winos, anonymous women who posed in his hotel rooms, his wives and children -- throughout his tumultuous life.
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Text by Burt Boyar |
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He was only 64 when he died in 1990, with cigarettes taking their toll on his throat.
His thousands of photos stayed under wraps until his widow, Altovise Davis, agreed to release them for this book assembled by Burt Boyar, Davis' collaborator on his two memoirs, "Yes, I Can" (1965) and "Why Me" (1989).
Boyar's text is largely unmemorable and curiously short on dates, names and places. In one passage, he places Monroe, two years dead, at one of Davis' parties in 1965.
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Sammy Davis Jr. and Jerry Lewis, who advised Davis that his talk needed to be "a little less grand." Click photo for larger image. |
The famous or infamous moment when Davis embraced a clearly uncomfortable Nixon at a presidential rally cost the entertainer friends. Nixon repaid the gesture by appointing Davis to a advisory council.
The Rat Pack's Peter Lawford, married to John and Robert Kennedy's sister, Patricia, offered Davis entry into the inner circle and, while there are no candid shots of JFK, his photos of Jacqueline Kennedy are poignant.
Davis' conflicted personal life included marriage to May Britt, a Swedish actress. Their marriage, short-lived and unfortunately controversial, is captured here in intimate and affectionate terms.
Sammy Davis Jr., small, bandy-legged and one-eyed (he claimed it made him a better photographer) was a major character in American culture, now largely forgotten.
This handsome collection of his photographic vision gives him an added measure of significance.