I see her passing by, I don’t shoot as my camera wasn’t set up, I just admire her passing by with little hearts in my eyes.
At the end of the show models with infinite legs I would call “highway to sex” go out, Anna Wintour goes out, Janet Jackson goes out, Lenny Kravitz goes out. And I see a young man I didn’t know sitting on the backstage stairs looking down. I go ask him if he’s ok and he tells me he’s just dead from Paris and New York fashion weeks. After exchanging our names, I discover he’s the gentleman photographer I adore: James Bort.
We keep on talking when he tells me: oh there’s Dita. I run at her car, spot the photographers all on the same side, so I go at the other side and here is how I got my 1st photo of… Dita von Teese