John Huston, 1964

Director John Huston with a feathered friend on the set of The Night of the Iguana, 1964. I made that mess on the bottom right corner on the day I received this picture, which annoys me to no end. I love when I get these pictures with spots or tears and all kinds of stuff scribbled on the back of them, the more fucked up the better, because it's shit with a history. But my spot there is just shit. Oh well. One day it will be history, too, I guess. Somebody in the future might ask themselves: "I wonder who that disgusting pig was who spilled their lunch all over this picture?" Me. I was that pig.

Montgomery Clift, Marilyn Monroe and Clark Gable, 1960

Montgomery Clift, Marilyn Monroe and Clark Gable on the difficult set of the The Misfits, an extraordinary film with a unique atmosphere and notable for being the last picture for both Monroe and Gable. Gable died shortly after this photo was taken, and Monroe would follow him a year later. Clift's career had been on the decline since being involved in a car accident that permanently scarred and disfigured his face. So in a sense this film, made in 1960, marks the beginning of the end of the Classic era for me, capturing these once so brightly shimmering stars as they are fading. This is a big reason why this film is so important and so special to me, and I'm very glad I got this picture. What beautiful people they were.

Steve McQueen, 1969

My first Steve McQueen photograph, a promo still for The Reivers, based on William Faulkner’s novel of the same title, a passion project for McQueen who also co-produced to film. Not exactly a masterpiece (sorry, Steve!), but I have always loved this picture because I think it captures him so well—his wild spirit and his strong will, the twinkle in his eye and that air of mischief. And that wonderful head of hair! Somebody at some point spilled coffee over the back of the picture, and it still faintly smells of it.