The irresistible, doomed, beautiful, secret-filled and secret-obsessed Diane Arbus committed suicide (without exactly meaning to die) on this date in 1971. This is one of my favorite shots by her. She left a note of some kind but it’s never been recovered. The pages were “excised” by someone who found her, probably her lover Marvin Israel. All that was left were these two words: Last Supper.