On protecting his PHOTOGRAPHS...
After a shoot, he used to wrap his rolls of film around his waist and his ankles. He’d come home with it strapped to his body. He kept his archives at his apartment and his house in Sag Harbor. He wouldn’t give anybody his keys, not even me until after we got married, and he wouldn’t let me bring anybody over to the house with the archives. He never let anyone hold his prints. In 60 seconds he’d say, “that’s enough,” and he’d pull them out of your hand. It’s crazy that he gave those pictures [from the last sitting] to Marilyn, but that was an exception. He was madly in love with her.