Cambridge, Massachusetts has only one high school. My children attended it, as did my six grandchildren. For ten years, I taught photography there. With all its imperfections, the school is dear to us because of its astonishing diversity. Children of Harvard professors, young people from the housing projects, kids from every corner of the globe all make their way through the school in relative tranquility and derive from it the best education that they can.
I had been teaching for a couple of years when it occurred to me to record in pictures the character of the school. For five years, I haunted the places where the students hung out. The result was No Easy Roses, published in 1986.