Reflections

WASHINGTON — I met Elizabeth Taylor on Oct. 3, 1980. On that day, a Friday, John Meek, my boss at Daniel J. Edelman, a Washington,

WASHINGTON – The tailor slipped the jacket on me. He directed me to a nearby mirror. “It looks good,” he said. “How does it feel?” “Great,” I

JEDDAH, Saudi Arabia – The limo pulled into the Arabian Cleaning Enterprise compound on the outskirts of this Red Sea city and the unexpected guest

MARBELLA – Spain — I arrived at Los Faroles, an Andulucian restaurant on Spain’s Costa del Sol in January, 1976, 18 months late. My cousin,

BEIRUT – I stood on an eerily quiet street in Ashrafiyah, a Christian neighborhood in East Beirut, during a truce day in the country’s 8-

I’m often asked: “When did you know you wanted to travel the world as a correspondent and photojournalist?” My answer, always immediate, always surprises. “In