This world never stopped. His dark room was at home, and, on a day of rest, he bumped into Andy Warhol at the Zoo. Warhol accepted, posed, and got a ride back: June 12, 1983. The artist would later declare: "My idea of a good picture is one that's in focus and of a famous person doing something unfamous. It's being in the right place at the wrong time. That's why my favorite photographer is Ron Galella."
The child of two immigrants, his is a success story of its own: that time is that of his pictures, whether in Time, Harper’s Bazaar, The New Yorker, or Life, all the way to the MoMa, the Tate, or the Pompidou.
Hailed by Glenn O’Brien as a “brilliant realist able to represent the world faithfully”, Galella retired out of fatigue: not the same way of shooting, not the same celebrities. Today, he says, celebrities are too ready and not enough: borrowed suits, out of touch and out of place. Were they to look the part, who would be there to take the picture?