Newsweek | Richard Avedon: AVEDON

It's almost too convienent, but the first thing you notice about Richard Avedon is his eyes: huge, brown, piercing. They are the eyes a novelist would invent if he were creating an archetypal image of a photographer. When he is working-and at this moment he is cruising Astor Place, in lower Manhattan, searching for an Avedon face to put in front of his camera-they widen even more. hungrily drinking in information. A writer or a carpenter would squint in the act of focusing attention, concentrating inward; Avedon becomes as alert and wired as a hunting dog, his spray of long, graying hair and his lean, wiry body calling to mind an Afghan on the trail of a scent.