“The Stories Behind the Pictures” – This video focuses on Ron’s encounter with the world famous and reclusive actor Marlon Brando – an encounter that ultimately led to a broken jaw, a lawsuit and a forty-thousand-dollar settlement.
Brando, Chinatown & The Helmet
“The Stories Behind the Pictures” – In this video Ron explains how he captures Bowie’s “unique eyes” and why Bowie is his “numero uno” all time rock star.
Paul McCartney may be a musical superstar, but he still goes shopping like ordinary folk. The former Beatle, with wife Linda and their youngest son James, posed outside a local supermarket on Long Island. Upon seeing me, Paul said, “Ron, all you have to do is ask.” I laughed and said, “OK.”
For years, Betty and I worked hard, nonstop. We needed a break. Betty had always wanted to go to the Bronx Zoo. So we hopped in the car one Sunday afternoon and headed to the world’s largest metropolitan zoo. Once in the park, we were about to take the safari train ride, hoping to enjoy
After attending a performance by Ronee Blakley at the Roxy Theatre in West Hollywood, Bob Dylan walked the one block to his parked car. Appearing to have had a few drinks before he left the theater, he blocked his face with his hand while walking and said, “How do you want me?” I answered, “Any
After Jackie, Elizabeth Taylor was Ron’s obsession. This is the story of him capturing her photo in London.
Whenever I photographed Ali McGraw, she was always friendly, so in 1971 I decided to drop off a package of photographs to her at her home in Malibu Beach, CA. In July of that same year, I received a handwritten response from Ali thanking me for the “marvelous photographs.” In my note attached to the
After reading in the New York Post that philanthropist Mary Lasker was set to host a cocktail party benefiting ex-Kennedy staffer Wayne Owens, I captured this very fashionable shot of Robert Redford. While waiting at the curb for arrivals and not knowing whom to expect, I saw a tanned Redford emerge from his limo wearing
It was late in the afternoon, around four thirty, blue sky with a slight breeze. I had just finished photographing portfolio shots for Joy Smith, a pretty model who lived on East Eighty-eighth Street. As a fool for beauty, I was not getting paid, so I figured I might as well shoot in Central Park
