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Marin Hopper, daughter of Dennis Hopper, who took thousands of photos in the 1960s. Credit Stephanie Diani for The New York Time made the black-and-white photograph in 1966: Claes Oldenburg, in blazer and skinny tie, standing tall among slices of white wedding cake laid out on the grass. The story the picture does not tell is that the two men were at a wedding whose guest list was the cream of the Los Angeles art scene, and that the slices were of inedible plaster, Pop objects made by Mr. Oldenburg as party favors. Hopper snapped the shot, then made off with 16 slices — enough to reconstruct a full cake, his first wife, Brooke Hayward, recalled in an interview. “I remember Claes was very impressed,” she said.

Most of the other guests, she said, were too drunk to notice, but the artist George Herms spotted Hopper with a box. “I stopped him to see what he had,” Mr. Herms remembered. “I did not have even one slice, so I reached in and grabbed one. Dennis, in that voice of his, got hot at me.

‘Man, now I don’t have a complete cake.’ ” Hopper, the actor and filmmaker, was insatiable when it came to art, whether collecting it or making it. Marin Hopper, the eldest of his four children, called his Nikon his extra appendage. “He never took it off,” she said on a recent morning at the Bowery Hotel, where she was staying while visiting New York from her home in Los Angeles. “My brother Willie Thomas drew picture after picture of my father with his head as a camera.”.

The rediscovered cache is both a time capsule of the era and an intimate personal diary: Marin on a jungle gym; the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. And civil rights marches; the interior of Hopper’s house; Hell’s Angels and hippies; his artist pals Robert Rauschenberg and Ed Ruscha; and President Kennedy’s funeral on TV. Garmin Australia V3 Topamax.

There’s his good friend Jane Fonda on her wedding day in a Las Vegas hotel room, cigarette and bouquet in hand, one leg coquettishly resting on the knee of her groom, Roger Vadim. There’s Hopper’s buddy Paul Newman squinting in the sun, the shadow of a volleyball net casting a grid over his smooth, shirtless skin. “They are marvelous photographs,” said Jeffrey Deitch, the director of the Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles, which mounted a Hopper show in 2010.