At the height of my photography career, when most of my social interactions were with people in the fashion and entertainment industries, I'd get calls about three times a year that started with the phrase, “I've quit drinking, we need to talk.”
One day in the mid 2000s I got an ambitious notion to co-write an article with Christy Turlington about how photographers could safely and respectfully approach young women who had the potential to be a model. My magazine editor at the time thought my chances of connecting with the supermodel were zero. Indeed when I contacted Christy's agent the answer was a kind decline. Nevertheless, I asked the agent if she would pass on an email to try to change the model's mind. In the short email I mentioned that Christy and I started under the same agent in San Francisco at about the same time. The response came back a very enthusiastic yes.
I’m walking with Nico through the hallways of the convention area of the Riviera Hotel in Las Vegas. There is a distinct old school feeling at the Riviera that reminds one of the days when Las Vegas was run by the family. Walking swiftly Nico tells me that we might see security expert Chris Paget get arrested during his presentation.
“Arrested?”