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I was the one Liz Rosenberg at Warner Bros would call with new projects.

One day, in the late summer of 1982, she sent a singer from the East Village to my studio in the West Village,  Liz was very enthusiastic about this one. She said she was the new Marilyn Monroe, "Madonna",  just one name, like a soccer player from Brazil. I didn't believe Liz, the girl had recorded one unreleased demo and it didn't captivate my Dylanesque tastebuds.  

I recall Madonna arriving solo, putting on her own makeup, fashioning a bizarre outfit with a spiked belt slung between her thighs. Dubiously, I loaded tri-x in my camera.  But I was soon pleasantly surprised, we had a grand time, no big deal, just a wonderful playmate for a photographer who loved making pictures, two children in a sandbox for 6 hours.  We ran off several series of studio pictures, changing styles of light and clothing, and then we hit the streets of the Village and Soho. My usual haunts, but Madonna was so relaxed, she would grab a passersby, jump down in a crack between dingy doors, unzip her fly on the steps of the mafia cathedral, or hang like jesus on a playground fence.  Just easy, just play, nothing special. We danced together all day.  

A few days later she stopped by to pick up the contact sheets, casual and friendly, I liked her so much, but I still didn't believe her to be a future master of the cultural universe.  On the way out, she paused, and looked back at me for just a moment as if for the first time to consider me as a man, then just as quickly, she turned away and bid  farewell, our relationship had peaked in the sandbox just where it belonged.  I've since appreciated how wrong I was about her music and her potential for success.  Raw talent is only one of the ingredients needed for becoming an cultural icon. Also required is an unshakeable sense of one's own presence and a deep knowledge of one's own path into the future.  This is what certain performers possess. In that sense Madonna is a star among stars.

Peter Cunningham
NYC 2007