John Dominis

A tribute to the late, great Life photographer

John Dominis passed away peacefully on December 30, 2013. By his side was his partner of more than three decades, artist Evelyn Floret. The renowned photo-journalist passed away at their home following complications from emergency bypass surgery a year earlier.

This website has been set up by Evelyn Floret, at the suggestion of Mike Maple. It is here so that his friends and admirers can sign his guestbook and share their memories of this extraordinary man. He may be remembered through his prolific work, which may be found through the links on the His Work and Obituaries page(s).

Please use the Guestbookย  section below to share your thoughts/post comments about John. The notes posted here prior to his passing were most meaningful to him and those posted now are meaningful to those who were close to him.

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John was a great inspiration to many in the creative community. If you count yourself among them and care to share a link to your website, John would be proud to offer a link to it from this site. Photos may be manually added in your guestbook message by the administrator, if you would please send them as email attachments to Evelyn at evelyn@sculpturezone.com. Please also use that email address, should you have any other problem pertaining to this website.

Thank you for your support.

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Paul Dominis wrote on May 22, 2017 at 5:54 pm:
Mon, 4 February 2013 13:12:17 +0000

Hi, Dad,
Years ago you shared Rudyard Kipling's poem "If" with me, and now I think it's more appropriate to both of us than ever.


Ifโ€”
By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, donโ€™t deal in lies,

Or being hated, donโ€™t give way to hating,
And yet donโ€™t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dreamโ€”and not make dreams your master; If you can thinkโ€”and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth youโ€™ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build โ€™em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: โ€˜Hold on!โ€™

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kingsโ€”nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty secondsโ€™ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything thatโ€™s in it, Andโ€”which is moreโ€”youโ€™ll be a Man, my son!

Source: A Choice of Kipling's Verse (1943) I love you, Dad,
Paul
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