I am obviously familiar with Sturgis. This thread motivated me to learn a bit more and it seems common knowledge that he did engage in sex with a 14 year old girl who later made a movie about it.
This from the Harvard Film Archive:
When Jennifer Montgomery was in prep school, the then-teen future filmmaker had an ardent affair with teacher Jock Sturges, later infamous as the "art" photographer of pubescent boys and girls. In this narrative film, done in the style of an educational documentary, Montgomery recreates her very troubling relation with Sturges and also, years later, the odd aftermath. The FBI contacted her to testify against the photographer in a pornography case. Montgomery had to balance a chance for revenge against a repugnance about informing to the FBI. Also, she is a feminist who honors the First Amendment, and believes in foregrounding issues of sexuality in art. Montgomery’s ambiguities are all here in this thoughtful, certainly sexually provocative, work.
Now, given this information, it is not such a leap to at least suspect Sturgis is up to no good with respect to underage girls. I know that the fancy artist perspective is to give a pass to the gifted (See Roman Polanski, another infamous pedophile/rapist) but seriously...any of you with 14 year old daughters letting Sturgis babysit?
Montgomery is a photographer and film professor at Cooper Union School of Art in New York, and here she takes a fictionalized look back at a forbidden affair she had at a patrician Northeastern boarding school in the 1970s.
Montgomery has made no secret that the photographer in the film is based on San Francisco photographer Jock Sturges, with whom she claims she had the affair.
It's an artists-and-models pattern that has been played out countless times, and that's part of the point of the film. There are frequent allusions to artists' using young models as more than subjects. But although the topic is lurid, Montgomery's spare and often stunning sense of composition keeps a certain distance. She's lyrical, yet dispassionate, and the film, laced with a purposeful irony, seems a little forced and hollow.
Finally, Montgomery moves ahead 14 years and begins to assess the affair from the point of view of an adult. Here she is taken with the idea that ``I watched him watching me,'' and she begins to blame John for his vanity in having sex without her full consent. But there still seems a touch of naivete in her outlook. Her mother is more to the point, accusing John of rape and putting him down as a boring artist, too.