....were taken by me.
It was basically saving the publisher some money, but it was also my tribute, in some cases, to people who I enjoyed meeting.
Every picture tells a story, don't it?
Maybe, but I don't have a story for every picture. Sometimes it was a thrill to get a celebrity's photo...maybe in the same way Richard Attenborough was glad to train his camera on an elusive dingo or a mating capybara.
I remember Sinatra, at a Friars roast, briskly walking through and not wanting to bother with a photo op before getting behind the closed doors of the dais. Likewise, Howard Stern was at a David Letterman party and I was only there because my friend Brother Theodore didn't want to go and gave me his invitation. No way could I ask him to pose, or to do more than grab a quick unobtrusive shot.
I worked for several photo agencies and that accounts for the picture of Donald Trump. This was before he was a reality show star. I was covering a banquet, and was told to make sure to get some pictures of him because financial magazines and newspapers might be interested.
Although I was a bit nervous, the image that brings me the the happiest feeling is the one of John Cleese, taken in his hotel room. Oddly enough, I was an assigned photographer on that one; it wasn't an interview for my comedy magazine RAVE. Fortunately the interviewer did a nice job and when it was my turn to get a few shots, John was up for anything!
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