Boigon alleged that Arbus described her older brother, poet Howard Nemerov, as “one of her more intriguing sexual playmates.”
In being both ordinary and extraordinary, sex and sexuality was classic Arbus territory.
This mystery is precisely what the famously guarded Arbus estate would like to preserve.
Arbus did what she so often did with her subjects: She told secrets.
Arbus was planning a series of photographs of couples in bed, and asked if she could shoot the Kronhausens together at home.
The photograph we have of Arbus herself becomes a little sharper, but the spell shows no sign of abating.
John de Esperaindeo and the other assassins of Arbus were hung, after having their hands cut off.
The whole attention of the conspirators was then concentrated on Arbus.