“Stacy!” he called, waving his point-and-shoot camera at the departing studio chief. Snider looked startled, then bemused. She turned and walked back to the jet. The rest of her team followed. Newman lined everyone up — eight in all, with himself in the middle — and handed one of the drivers his camera. As the man fumbled with the viewfinder, someone said gently, “Maybe we could all just remember this.”
But of course, Newman couldn’t. For him, film is memory. He just wanted to make a picture. “Smile,” Newman said. And everyone did.