The Digital Journalist
© Henry Diltz
I was sitting in my Laurel Canyon kitchen when the phone rang. It was Rolling Stone magazine. "Henry, what are you doing this afternoon? Could you fly down to Palm Springs and photograph Truman Capote? We have a story ready to go but no cover photo." Truman was very gracious. We spent an hour walking around his garden, photographing and talking. He told me of being photographed by Dick Avedon in a cornfield. When I was about to leave he said, "Wait a minute," disappeared and came out wearing a heavy coat, scarf and hat. It was 114° outside. That last photo became the Rolling Stone cover. In the two recent films about him, they have their actors dressed this way to publicize the film.