


He knew a lot of young artists before they became famous, taking their photos. Hopper was a great actor and director, but also a photographer and artist.

New York Magazine interviewed Hopper recently: ".once for his role in 2008's Elegy and again last September about his second career as a photographer." It wasn't my liver, my kidneys and all that stuff that went. My resulting Herald story about a rehabilitated Dennis Hopper was reprinted globally, perhaps because of the wild and crazy quotes: "I didn't consider myself an alcoholic, I just drank all day long. Thus began a tortured, 10-year relationship. I pried at its edge with my keys until the trap cracked loose. "It allows hot air to circulate." The lint trap wouldn't budge. Hopper stooped to ponder the dryer's crammed contents. A washer and dryer stood at the foot of the stairs to his Venice studio. Upon visiting Hopper for that story: "Uh, like, man, sorry, you gotta come in through the garage." His limp handshake trembled. Seemed like a potential story for my then-employer, the Los Angeles Herald-Examiner daily newspaper. And he was broke - at that time, Hollywood considered him unemployable. I soon discovered that the gallery crasher was Hopper, that he'd fled his Taos, N.M., home of more than a decade, attended a minimum of three Alcoholics Anonymous or Cocaine Anonymous meetings a day, and narrowly escaped being institutionalized while straitjacketed in a psychiatric ward. It was difficult to recognize the manic performer I'd admired in Francis Ford Coppola's "Apocalypse Now" and Wim Wenders' "The American Friend." That outrageous hipster of "Easy Rider"? Nowhere to be found in this anxious loser. was the year I began to notice a ghostly figure nervously hovering at Westside art openings. See "An uneasy ride with Hopper", LA Times. Read this great remembrance of Hopper from Richard Stayton, his biographer, who started on Hopper's official biography twice, then had to face Hopper scrapping it.
