The Hag is generally thought of as an ugly old crone. But to me, the Hag has always been a mysterious figure of great beauty. Some years ago I was fortunate to know such a woman. She agreed to let me photograph her. The point was not to make her look young--if anything, I used lightning that was harsh--but to evoke that strange beauty, that erotic mystery, that I saw in her. She was a well-dressed, elegant, and intelligent woman, and very brave, too, as one can see from these photos. I had her crawling in my muddy pit and hanging from a cross, dressed in her stockings and heels. She was also the inspiration for one of my novels, called, of course, Hag.




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