Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Photog Pioneer: Larry Henning


Sure, his brother Doug got all the chicks, but Larry Henning was something of a magician too. With his 16 millimeter film camera, Frezzolini power pack and ever-present grin, Larry could turn a high noon ribbon cutting into a six o clock lead before you could say “Hey, that ain’t Gallagher!”. Sadly though, Larry also shared his brother’s penchant for stagecraft and invention. Preferring to work alone, he devised his own crotch-mounted microphone, thus eliminating the need for an accompanying soundman. All was well (if not a little awkward) until one summer day in 1971, when the affable photog attempted to profile a rather vile chapter of the Hell’s Angels. Spotted sauntering into the motorcycle gang’s favorite bar with his trademark recording device fully erect, the 32 year old photog was never seen again. Needless to say, the crotch-microphone never caught on.

(Okay, maybe not.)

4 comments:

Weaver said...

Two thoughts come to mind....

- Is that a microphone in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

- Look ma, no hands!

Duff said...

I think I ran into him at a bar not too long ago, though he had altered his mic setup a bit.

luxomni said...

Beautiful writing, with some accidental truth in it. It wasn't at a bar,it was at Road Atlanta where I ran afoul of the biker gang. One group demand that I photograph them, while another group demanded that I don't.

Lenslinger said...

Very cool, luxomnni Thanks for not getting pissed at me for hijacking your picture. Won't you spin me a tale from back in the day? Love to stick it here on the ole blizzog...