Annie Leibovitz is a little breathless, she tells me — although she looks calm enough sitting in the cool white surroundings of her house in Rhinebeck, upstate New York. She has just arrived back home, she explains, after a long drive to take her daughter to a friend’s house.
“Thank you for being patient. I’m in this other role, right now, with my children, and my older daughter just virtually graduated high school and she’s very sad that it couldn’t be for real. Thursday was the graduation — it was very weird — we all had to sit six feet apart?.?.?.”
“And here’s my lunch.” Laughing, she holds up the large brown bag containing her sushi order so that I can see it over our Zoom call. On the other side of the world, my own sushi counts as supper. “This is thrilling for me,” she says. “I get to eat tuna — my children are all more interested in being vegetarian.”