It would be a challenge, Duane Foley thought as he dropped his camera bag in the front hall, to keep the flash from bouncing off them, wreaking havoc with the carefully composed shots he had been hired to take during the party. Duane lit a cigarette, inhaled, and gave a wet cough as he stooped to check his gear. He was winded from lugging his camera bag up the long driveway from the carport near the bottom of the driveway off Sunset, where they’d asked him to park. Felt like he’d run a mile by the time he’d finally reached the front steps of the white house with its colonnade and Palladian windows—Gone with the Wind meets Giant, with a cast to match. This gig was more than a few cuts above his usual: stalking celebrities and taking pictures “on spec,” as they said in Hollywood. Maybe he’d find a buyer, maybe the celebrity would pay him not to. His most fruitful venue was Holiday House, Malibu’s exclusive celebrity hangout.
