What Was Marty Scorsese Like in High School?

Scorsese, Gehry, Baryshnikov, and Schnabel, all grown up at last week's event.Photos: Patrick McMullan
MARTIN SCORSESE
My parents didn’t get me. They thought I was this crazy filmmaker. I had this little black-and-white ten-millimeter camera. I made this ten-minute comedy thing. It wasn’t much, but I guess it wasn’t half bad because I won a $500 scholarship to go to NYU. I mean, I always knew I wanted to film. Explaining that to my parents was another thing. Would you show your director friends that first film? What, ha, are you kidding? They’d laugh. But I guess that’s okay; it was a comedy.
FRANK GEHRY
I was poor. I mean, really poor. I wasn’t that into school because I was worried about helping my family. From 17 to 20 years old, I was a truck driver. And every summer I worked in the Nabisco factory making shortbread or something. I can still remember the smell. What was your first architecture project in high school? Nothing, I never ever thought about architecture or art, or even college. I wanted to learn ceramics as a trade, so I was taking this class and my teacher brought me to a house he was building. I guess I got so wide-eyed that the architect working on the job brought me over to USC and signed me up for a class. I just fell into it, and I took to it. He paid for it. He saw my calling.
MIKHAIL BARYSHNIKOV
I can’t remember that long ago. I just know I was so extremely intense. I was so intense as a kid, so serious about my craft. I wanted to be the best and to just keep getting better.
JULIAN SCHNABEL
I was pretty much the same, as it goes. But I do remember my uncle owned this chicken coop in Brownsville, Texas, and I had to work in it. I feel like I spent a lot of time in there. Shit, there wasn’t much else to do but hang out in the chicken coop. I hated the chicken coop. What was your first art project in high school? I bought this huge tarp from this guy out in Texas. It was so cool, this big tarp that you could cover like a car or something with, and I painted it, then suspended it between two big trees in the middle of Texas. It was just there hanging. It was a proud moment. —Ericka Goodman

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