I did a story about the Federation of Black cowboys of New York.
In Italy I read an article in the NY Times about the Black Cowboys. During days I tried to find out how to contact them. It was Impossible. So I took an air plaine to try to meet them in Queens. NYC. --When I arrived on their property ,CAPTAIN sat alone under an beautifull old tree and he welcome me as if he waited for me. I staied with the members of the Federation during weeks first in New York and later in Virginia. The story has been published in magazines in different countries in Europe. A small selection is destinated to be presented in an Art Gallery in Europe. On this picture Captain is sitting in his livingroom in Virginia. On his laps he holds a picture of his beloved Mum a Native American.