Jim was born a long time ago in a place far away. At another time long ago, he received a BA in English literature from the University of Virginia which entitles him to be hit up constantly by the UVa alumni association and every five years go to Charlottesville, Virginia to pine for the good old days (NOT) with his other fading fellow alumnae. In yet another time long ago, he got a BS in photography from the Illinois Institute of Photography where he had the great good fortune to study with Arthur Siegel, Aaron Siskind, Bob Heiniken, Chuck Swedlund and his thesis advisor Garry Winogrand. This entitles him to obfuscate in a learned manner on subjects as divergent as Susan Sontags Against Interpretation and why the Cubs can never win the pennant. In still another time long ago, he moved to Boston, taught at The New England School of Photography and MIT, and chucked it all to become a full time hack (to use a favorite phrase of his now departed friend Garry Winogrand). This entitles him to whine about his receivables and pass seamlessly from a Cubs fan to a Red Sox fan. He eventually became a contributing editor at Harvard Magazine which entitles him to an invitation to the annual Christmas party. And finally, in another time which was not so long ago, he moved to Vermont where he currently lives with his wife and final miracle Ben, while spending four days a week running his business out of his house in Cambridge. This entitles him to know every bathroom, gas station and caffeine fix on routes 93, 89 and 4, and has turned him into a passable skier. For further information about Jim, talk to his wife Louise, his ex-partner John Rizzo, his step daughter Gretchen or the Fed Ex driver that covers Cambridgeport.