Photographer William Yang and Scott had been in a long-distance relationship for 15 years. Then a family tragedy brought them closer together
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In 1996 I was riding high as a Sydney-based photographer exploring sexual and cultural identity and touring the world with my photographic slideshow performances. I was used to having admirers – groupies not so much.
I was on tour in Brisbane when members of a gay and lesbian alliance made a group booking and invited me to a party after my show. One of the members, Scott, was assigned as my chaperone. He was tall, handsome and youthful. In the taxi back to my hotel after the party, I asked Scott if he wanted to visit me the next day. He said yes. As I got out of the taxi, I held his finger as a goodbye gesture. It seemed a tenuous connection.
