I've been shooting photographs professionally for many years. I've created a lot of great images and met my share of famous and colorful people. But none of these photo projects affected me more than the one I'm presenting here, the photographic series of strippers that I took in the early seventies back stage at the Troc Burlesque Theater in my hometown, Philadelphia.

The Troc and the women who performed there always fascinated me. I never went as a teenager, even though most of my friends made pilgrimages there on Friday nights. I walked in for the first time when I was in my twenties after I had been given an assignment to photograph a stripper for one of my clients. The Troc was the natural spot to carry out this mission. It was only a couple of blocks from my studio, so I stopped by to talk to the manager about hiring one of the dancers to pose for me.

He was a Runyonesque character, physically imposing, and a big man with a face that looked like it had been in too many fights. I nervously approached him with my request, but my fears were unfounded. He turned out to be a gentle giant. He was soft-spoken and very accommodating and agreed to introduce me to some of the dancers.

Walking together through the theater, we entered a side door that led to the backstage area where we encountered DiDi. She was hanging out with her boyfriend before going on stage but agreed to let me photograph her for my project. The session took about twenty minutes. Later, when she began her performance, I put my camera gear down to watch from the wings.

There she was, dancing and stripping in front of a small audience of solitary, faceless men. Disco music playing through the scratchy speakers completed the sleazy but colorful experience. I felt like I had been transported back in time to a more sexually innocent era.

As I looked around I couldn't help but notice the rundown theatrical environment. I knew I needed to come back and do a photographic series about the Troc. Before I left, I told the manager that I'd like to return and do some more shooting. He said I could come back any time and he would have his employees buzz me backstage. But I still had to work out my own arrangements with the dancers. The project was on.

I was apprehensive the first day I shot at the Troc. It had been just a few days since my first photo session with DiDi. She was still performing there when I returned, so I immediately sought her out and gave her a print of one of the shots from our first session. She really loved it and introduced me to some of the other dancers who were working there that day.

I found out from speaking to these strippers that many of them were on a circuit traveling around the East Coast from city to city, theater to theater. It was a tough, lonely life. Most of the time they traveled from venue to venue by bus, and the money they made from performing just about covered their expenses and per diem needs. They usually stayed in cheap hotels near the theater and some of them used their off hours to engage in prostitution. Others traveled with their boyfriends or hooked up with a guy when they first arrived in a town and stayed with him until they moved on. I kept being reminded of those old black and white movies where vaudeville entertainers went from town to town with sequences of steam trains flashing by on the screen.

Spending time in that theater certainly felt like being in an old movie. The Troc was built over a hundred years ago and opened as the Trocadero. In its heyday, it was one of the most elegant venues in town, offering the period's best show business and burlesque acts. Famous and legendary strippers like Tempest Storm and Gypsy Rose Lee performed there. The depression, the war years, and finally the 1950's saw the decline of live entertainment and high class burlesque. The theater fell into decay and disrepair.

What I noticed when I started shooting there was that the theater had never had a complete remodeling. Nothing was ever removed. Instead, improvements were made over the years piecemeal, one on top of another, so that it was possible to look at an interior wall and see elements like posters and timeworn ropes going from the present back a hundred years or more.