Jeremy Irons, Manhattan NY, 1991. It was still early in my career, and Jeremy had this air of serious, professional actor. When he came to my studio, I was a little bit nervous…but I knew in order to get him to let his wall down, I had to let mine down first. When I did, we just got silly. We pushed the boundaries of what he was used to in a typical shoot: barefoot, shirtless, climbing up on my roof. We even shot in a top hat in a bubble bath.Jeremy came in as this untouchable, high-brow actor, but once I set the tone, he just let go. What I captured was pure, unfiltered Jeremy—no pretense, just raw and real. It’s rare for two strangers to truly connect in that way, completely uninhibited.