I can imagine how these self-obsessed women feel after they age to fat, bags-under-the-eyes, messes. With Diana Ross’s case, as a photographer myself, I imagine her photos as well-cropped, photoshopped adjustments to hide her flaws—fake images by the fake industry.
When I did the shoot for Diana Ross we were still using Hasselblads and film. So retouching was not as big deal. And quite frankly she didn’t need a lot of retouching because the film and her skin tones and her features matched up really well. The problem that I had was that I felt it was so un-American. It was as though she was some kind of English queen that’s what pissed me off royally. As I said before till this minute I’m still pissed about that. And I swore every opportunity I could get to put down this whole diva attitude I would.