He was taught needlepoint by Joanne Woodward and taken to the races by Jack Lemmon and Walther Matthau, who taught him how to bet. He sat in Marilyn Monroe’s T-Bird, drinking Dom Pérignon and watching as she took pinking shears to the shots she didn’t like in his roll of negatives. But he never thought of his subjects as icons. He had photographed Monroe several times, and instead of being in awe of her, complained that her turning up eight hours late for a shoot would infuriate his wife, stuck at home with their six-month-old baby.
Schiller’s photography exhibition “American Legends” runs in London through February 13, 2009.