He could mix stories about high fashion and the glamorous world he moved in with the gritty, more difficult subjects of racism and poverty that he knew firsthand and photographed with great sympathy.
Working alone on stories, I began to feel the anonymity of motels on interstate highways reached by jet planes and rental cars. It was hard to have a good time, and the only way I could make the loneliness excusable was by taking pictures I thought were very good, even valuable.