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Zappa has always been one of my heroes and in 1982 I set out to put him on the cover of the prestigious Uomo Vogue magazine. No mean feat as 1982 was the year that Armani and Italian fashion exploded worldwide and FZ was not exactly what youd expect on Vogue. He lay down on dozens of music parts for orchestra that he was very proud of (at the time no orchestra had ever played any of his music, with the exception maybe of Pierre Boulez). The title of the one hes holding says it all: Zappa The Perfect Stranger.
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This is Marley when his Uprising tour hit Italy and he played to a record-breaking 100,000 people in Milano's Stadio Meazza. He was as sweet and quiet as ever, followed everywhere by his colorful tribe of friends, musicians, wife and kids. I never realized until recently that his famous dreadlocks do not show in this photo, making it even more intimate.
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I knew David very well, but I had never had a real opportunity to shoot Fripp. This was in a hotel room in Milano in between press interviews. Fripp surprised everybody in the room, including David, when he started recollecting the quite infamous anecdote about Agnetha of ABBA. Yes, the one you hear in the movie Priscilla. I'll say no more.
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1996 was the year when Patti Smith made her big comeback with Gone Again after a long and painful period of personal losses. She was adorable in the company of her bandmates, her kids and longtime friends Tom Verlaine and Michael Stipe. She accepted to be photographed and was very appreciative of our photographs.
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At the end of an unheard-of full day of shooting, Joni showed me the huge living room in her Bel Air house. She had just been shot by Herb Ritts for an all star Gap campaign and she hadnt resisted painting over the posters. So I asked her to dress up exactly like in Ritts photo and proceeded to shoot her from above. She stopped me, grabbed a few brushes and started doing wild things with them. Years later she laughed, saying her husband had noticed she had her jeans fly open!
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The Eighties, oh my. Siouxsie was on tour with a band that featured none other than Robert Smith. Audiences got wild every time the concert lights (barely nonexistent) would briefly hit him. On the day of the shoot Robert was nowhere to be found, so I let Siouxsie stick to her reptile and sensuous Theda Bara routine.
