Over the years, I've been around photographer Jonathan Becker quite often -- but he's so good that I hardly ever know it. He's completed some 900 assignments for Vanity Fair, and Graydon Carter describes him as a "one of the finest portrait journalists of all time."
Paging through the weighty new tome Jonathan Becker: 30 Years at Vanity Fair, I came across one of Becker's images of Russian mogul Roustam Tariko -- and was instantly transported back to a day years ago when Martha and I had lunch with Roustam. It was Easter, we were in Moscow, and eating a caviar-fueled lunch across from the Kremlin. It was snowing lightly and the whole scene already felt like something out of a movie, when all of a sudden monks started singing nearby.
I hadn't thought about that day in so long, but the book brought me right back. And I had to laugh when I read Carter's introduction proclaiming Becker "what people who have been around for awhile would call a throwback" -- because, well, that must describe me too.