'Then, for about an hour, [Miles Davis and I] went to work. At the end, I said, ‘Thank you very much.’ He got up, came over to me, and kissed me on the mouth. I didn’t know what to say. We shook hands, and he left. Later, I got the chance to know his music, and it struck me as being visual art of a most profound kind. How terrible I couldn’t share that with him then. This is one of the heartbreaks of the profession, I have only the kiss to remember.' –Irving Penn