The other was Ninalee Allen, a 23-year-old adventure-seeking graduate of Sarah Lawrence College who had been traveling solo for months through France, Spain and Italy. She went by “Jinx” because she thought it sounded “exciting.”
“She was beautiful, luminescent and, unlike me, very tall,” Orkin later told the New York Times. Ms. Allen agreed to the photo shoot as a lark, and off they went through the streets of Florence.
Imagining she was Beatrice from Dante’s “Divine Comedy,” one of her favorite books, Ms. Allen held her shawl, stood straight and strode past more than a dozen men leering at her from all directions at the corner of Piazza della Repubblica. Orkin ran ahead, Ms. Allen recalled, and “took one picture, asked me to back up, and took a second. That’s all that was done at that location, two pictures.” It took about 35 seconds.
“I spoke only to the two men on the motor scooter,” she told the Times in 1995. “I yelled to them to tell the others not to look at the camera.”
In less than one minute, Orkin had captured what would become one of the more indelible photographs of the era, titled “American Girl in Italy.”
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The photo appeared in Cosmopolitan magazine as part of a 1952 photo essay titled “When You Travel Alone . . .” and included advice on “money, men and morals to see you through a gay trip and a safe one.”
The caption with the photo of Ms. Allen read: “Public admiration . . . shouldn’t fluster you. Ogling the ladies is a popular, harmless and flattering pastime you’ll run into in many foreign countries. The gentlemen are usually louder and more demonstrative than American men, but they mean no harm.”
Over the decades, the photo was reprinted and hung in dorm rooms, became artwork for homes, appeared in calendars and on postcards and, to some, captured the reality of street harassment or catcalling long before it was part of the public consciousness. One man, with his hand over his crotch, was airbrushed out in some reproductions.
“Oh, and that poor soul touching himself? I was used to it,” Ms. Allen wrote in the Guardian in 2015 under her married name, Ninalee Craig. “It was almost like a good luck sign for the Italian man, making sure the family jewels were intact. When it was first published, that was occasionally airbrushed out but I would never consider it to be a vulgar gesture.”
The photograph invited many interpretations, each adding to its meaning and power. It accompanied stories about harassment, victimhood and the feminine psyche. In November 2017, a Philadelphia restaurant removed the photograph after complaints from customers.
It all began to grate on Mrs. Craig, who said the image represented nothing more than admiration and curiosity and was “a symbol of a woman having an absolutely wonderful time.” That she stood six feet tall, she added, may also have explained the gawking.
“Women look at that picture and feel indignant, angry,” she told the Times. “They say, ‘That poor woman. We should be able to walk wherever we want to and not be threatened.’ As gently as I can, I explain I was not feeling fear. There was no danger because it was a far different time.”
Mrs. Craig, 90, who went on to marry a Venetian count and a Canadian steel industry executive, died May 2 at a hospital in Toronto of complications from lung cancer, said her stepson Alex Passi.
Ninalee Allen was born in Indianapolis on Nov. 6, 1927. Her father was the personnel director for L.S. Ayres, a department store, and her mother was a homemaker. She studied art history at Sarah Lawrence in Bronxville, N.Y., and graduated in 1950.
After her months-long travels in Europe, she settled in New York City and became a copywriter at the J. Walter Thompson advertising company.
One day, she wrote in the Guardian, she saw the Orkin photo “blown up in Grand Central Station, used as part of a promotion by Kodak, which horrified my father. He had no idea I was walking around Italy in that way.”
She married Achille Passi, a widowed Venetian count, in 1959 and raised her stepson. She lived on the Passi family villa in Treviso, near Venice, and once described his family as a “very old family where you’re only in the newspaper twice in your life — once when you’re born and once when you die. Period.”
Nine years after the photo of her appeared in Cosmopolitan, it ran in a Time-Life picture book about Italy. The caption identified her, and her mother-in-law was “apoplectic,” Mrs. Craig told the Toronto Star in 1995. The man on the scooter who appears to be gazing at her backside was a cousin of her husband. Her name was not included in future publications, at the Passi family’s request.
After divorcing Passi in the 1970s, she returned to New York and met Robert Ross Craig. In a freakish coincidence, he also had a connection to the Orkin photo: He knew one of the two men sitting on the scooter parked near her. “My God,” he told her, “that’s my business partner in Italy. That’s Carlo Marchi!’ ”
She and Craig were married from 1978 until his death in 1996. In addition to her stepson, of Venice, survivors include two stepsons and one stepdaughter from her second marriage;11 grandchildren; and nine great-grandchildren.
Mrs. Craig remained close friends with Orkin, who died in 1985 after a noted career in photography and filmmaking.
“I wouldn’t say the picture has changed my life but I’ve had so much amusement from it over the years,” Mrs. Craig wrote in the Guardian in 2015. “And more free meals at Italian restaurants than you’ll ever know.”
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