Hansel’s post-pinup career did not exactly rocket out of the chute. Carrying his camera around was an easy enough step to take, and Sugar was right: the city overflowed with photo ops, from grafittied old phone booths and psychedelic mirrored mosaics to trees shaped like old men and Chinatown windows strung with upside down delicacies. Hansel ventured around town, into neighborhoods he’d never known and to beaches he’d never heard of, in search of sensational subjects, but he had little faith in his interpretational touch with still-lifes, and it showed. Every once in a while, he’d capture the flavor of a certain café in a snap of their jar of macaroons, or juxtapose the old and the new when an old-timey street car passed a state-of-the-art computer-driven tram, but he knew these photos we
