“All families are creepy in a way,” Arbus wrote to a friend in 1968.
(Awesomely: "The only recollection I have of her is that I mistakenly thought she was Joan Baez," says Marcella, who lives in Florida now and describes herself as a part-time writer and part-time construction worker. "She was slender and pretty and my father had a Joan Baez album. I thought it was her.")
(I don't know why I love this photo so much, really. It reminds me a bit of Munch's girl in "Puberty," altho the two artworks are really different. But that same gaze, that same no-bullshit engaging with the viewer.)