All I knew was that I wanted to get a candid photo of David Bowie back in 1976. I was told to piss off by his publicist when I called up asking for a photo pass for his concert, so I really had nothing to lose. I waited and waited for him to come out of Cherokee recording studios and around 6:32am he came out and got into his filthy car. The photo was published in magazines around the world and all the publicists in town all thought I was this cute kid who had the balls to take and sell the photo of a rock icon. Needless to say, I started getting invited to everything in town!