For that brief period that Anna Wintour was editing HG, I had a great gig doing portraits for her. One of the assignments was to shoot the great Irish writer, Edna O’Brien. It was a story on how people move into hotel rooms and make them their own. Toward the end of the morning, I took a beautiful picture of O’Brien’s hands on the front of her dress. She was very happy with the picture and asked to take a Polaroid to show her friend at lunch. I was sitting on the floor an hour later when there was a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and woman with the most finely wrinkled face whispered down to me, “I love the picture you took of Edna’s hands.” I realized a moment later it was Jackie Onassis.