James Dean, March 1955. At 7:30am., I was cruising west on Sunset Boulevard, heading for Life magazine’s photo lab on the Strip. Coming down Laurel Canyon was a crazy motorcyclist who was driving through a red light. We were on a collision course. We both braked and careered through the intersection. I cam close to killing him – just a few inches saved his life. I stuck my head out the window, screaming profanities, as he got up off his bike with a dopey grin on his face. It was James Dean.
We ended up having a two-hour breakfast at Schwab’s Drug Store, and I invited him over to the Guys and Dolls set, where I had a still gallery rigged to shot Brando and Sinatra. Dean was fascinated by cameras, and came along.