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Valerie Zars

I met Arnold when I was working for Getty Images. He took one look at me, and later admitted that he was mad at Getty for sticking him with some young thing to work with. We had a good laugh about that. I let him know how "young" I was by knowing all the names of the artists and political figures that he had shot in the last few decades. He was impressed and our bond stood from that time on. He was my friend and he was a legend and I am honored to have had the chance to share some of life with him.

Adrian Taylor

I was introduced to Arnold by Frank Zachary who had hired me at Holiday magazine in the 1950s. It was always a special treat to work with Arnold's photographs. Sometime after I moved to San Francisco, in the 1960s, I got a call from Arnold. He and Gus were in town and asked me to join them for dinner at Cecilia Chang's restaurant in Ghirardelli Square. He said to come alone, he had a date for me. I was single at the time so I figured what the hell. I arrived at the appointed time to find Gus, Arnold and my "date," Imogen Cunningham.

Pam Sommers

I first met Arnold when Taschen was publishing a monograph of his portraits.

I was just starting out in publicity, and was nervous about meeting such a famous photographer who had shot every president in the White House since Eisenhower.

Les Riess

I first met Arnold at a photo conference, that I was in charge of planning, in the Fall of 1994 in New Orleans, my hometown. I took on the challenge of planning this event after the national leadership of a major photo organization failed in it's effort to plan their 50th Anniversary celebration. I had 6 months to get it together, with a $2,000 budget put up by my local chapter of this organization.

Nissan Perez

Arnold's involvement with Israel and with the Israel Museum in particular goes back many decades. When I arrived in the museum, he already was one of the pillars of the establishment, and the structure I was to become part of. In this respect, I was most fortunate. Meeting Arnold Newman, a legend in his time, was certaily one of the high moments of my career and a signifivcent event in my life, especially since he became a mentor, an adviser, a friend, and above all family, as him and Gus always offered their warmth and hospitality.

Charlotte Owen

Arnold was such an important figure in all our lives. Particularly for me, when at 17, I made that first trip to New York. Imagine an impressionable young English girl (studying Art History) arriving in the city for the first time, and that very night, Arnold and Gus whisked me off to a party and introduced me to Andy Warhol. That would have been enough to last me for decades! But more was to come, a road trip to Long Island and the Hamptons followed, spending one day with Roy Lichenstien, and the next with the De Koonings, and then Segal.

Arthur Ollman

I think of Arnold Newman in many ways. My memories are both visual and aural. A gray sleeveless sweater over a white shirt with pinstripes. The sweater straining to cover his belly, his eyes restlessly touching but not resting on a hundred items in the room. He strokes his stomach lightly with his right hand, unconsciously. "Oy," he heaves the sigh reflexively, half exhaling breath and half utterance. A sound used for punctuating statements of all sorts.

Lisa Newman

For my Bat Mitzva, not only did my Uncle Arnold give me a camera, he gave me a chuckle. At the party that night he "bumped" into the photographer and said, "You do know that I'm Arnold Newman, but don't mind me." The look on the photographer's face was priceless.

In Arnold's later years, after my father Eddie Newman had passed, we became close. Arnold was very special to me and I shall miss him.

Lisa Newman - niece

Eric Newman

My father loved to take pictures. Not only professionally, but snapshots of family and friends as well. The only problem was that he was not very good about printing up the pictures once they were taken or organizing the prints into albums. He would often take his camera with him when he and my mother were invited out to a party or a weekend in the country and take lots of shots. The pictures were great – but it sometimes took months or even years for the pictures to be printed up and sent off to his friends.

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