Everybody thinks my friend “Annie Fannie” is a real lady. She walks and talks and certainly she acts like a lady, but I’ve always known better. When I photograph Anne Archer I “trash” her. I think tart; I think floozie; I muss her hair; I take off her clothes, and I focus on those big, luscious lips. And what do I get? Not a slut, but a totally sensual, gorgeous lady—the epitome of Anne Archer as I see her.

She gets cast as a lady/wife as well, but audiences, like me, see more in her. It was test audiences that demanded that she, as Michael Douglas’s wife in “Fatal Attraction,” kill the evil Glenn Close (which gave her an Academy Award nomination). I would love to see her play an out-of-control, boozy, drug-addicted harlot—the Mr. Hyde to her Dr. Jekyll.