There’s Baryshnikov in the tub, Spielberg buzzed in a pub, and Nicole Brown Simpson looking glum next to O.J. 

Photographically speaking, these are casual snapshots flashed quickly while socializing. Clark’s instant karma’s gonna get you and crop closely around your face if she can. Most are headshots, or “Tight Heads” to use the title phrase. All are reproduced at actual size on black backgrounds, with white borders intact and spot varnish to confer authentic physicality. Photos are set across the spreads from Clark’s written memories. Throw several dozen together in a book and it’s a veritable Candy Clark Rolodex and a nice historical reference to boot.

Speaking of history, Sam Sweet’s introduction sketches an overview of Clark’s life path from Texas to CA, the making of the photos, and their later discovery and reappraisal. “Hollywood is a history of men looking at women through cameras,” writes Sweet. “Never had the lens been turned on them by the ingenue.” Hmm. Maybe it was that role reversal that stymied the photos’ initial reception. In any case, their roundabout course to publication is all too familiar in photo land: Stuffed in a box, ignored for decades, then eventually released into the wild like elder hatchlings. Hope they find their way to nesting grounds. Along the journey, the book manages a tricky feat. Candy Clark only appears in a few images, but she is the central presence throughout. To tell your inner story while focused on the outer world, that’s true photo mojo.”