As a teenager in the early 1970s, I was mainly about fast cars, motorcycles, women, and getting in trouble. Hoping to get me on a different path, my father gave me an old Argus rangefinder camera. It worked. I ended up with a scholarship to Pratt Institute, which I passed on because I didn't want to drive from Long Island to Brooklyn every day. My parents said, “Do something,” so I went to Manhattan and started assisting.