The Filmmaker Who Was London for Me: A Tribute To Steve Dwoskin
I SAW STEVE DWOSKIN’S obit the other day in the New York Times. It reminded me of the ten days I lived in his third floor attic, a part of his house he knew only in memory. When he went from the crutches he always used (due to childhood polio) to a wheelchair, he became an exile in much of his own home.