Mackey McGill remains the funniest person I have ever known since we were kids in 1962. Even then, he was still McGillacutty, a carefree, freckle-nosed, redheaded teenager charming girls and their mothers from the top of the three-meter board with his colossal cannonball splashes and half-gainers—long before he became the most famous fashion photographer in the world.

Sixty Hours 'til Sunset

A view from the far side of a makeup brush.

Not for the Fain of heart

Why I wrote Sixty Hours 'til Sunset

Cappuccino on the Horizon