I was a really obsessed about getting Bob Dylan photos. I totally missed the boat with Elvis, but Dylan was exactly what I wanted in a subject: a brilliant talent and a recluse. Best of all, he lived locally in Malibu. The worldwide media was always interested in fresh photos of Dylan; unfortunately, or actually, I should say fortunately, Dylan was not the kind of subject where you could just ring up his publicist for a photo shoot.
Somehow, I got wind he was at a recording studio in Santa Monica, so I played hooky from school and staked him out. Within less than an hour, Dylan showed up in his Jag and I got some car shots of him arriving and walking into the studio. The photos were not that dramatic, but it was Dylan and they were published all over the world