I know a guy in passing. Regular freelancer for a big paper. We were waiting around this crime scene and there was someone from every paper in the city there and we were swapping stories. He told a funny story about Nachtway and 9/11. He was near ground zero the day after and was shooting stuff walking along the street. There was some guy on the other side of the street following the same path as him. He hears a cop yell out in the distance and the both of them meet in the middle and tell the cop who they are. Nachtway says without missing a beat in a mellow voice as if he's the Earl of Canterbury or something such "I'm James Nachtway from time magazine." As if the cop and everyone in the world is supposed to know who he is. And the freelancer he's thinking "WTF. There's no way he's James Nachtwey." This guy is dressed in a button down and a sport coat like he's going out to dinner right after. He knew the name, but not the face and figured Nachtway would be a more relaxed guy.