“The world was smaller then,” writes Mary Russell in her memoir, edited by French gallerist Pierre Passebon. Among photographers in the 60s in Paris, where Russell worked as a fashion correspondent and photo stylist, “it was more a fraternity than a feeding frenzy.” Russell’s work at Glamour, Vogue, Women’s Wear Daily, and The New York Times provided her with an understanding of fashion and publishing while introducing her to photography masters—Helmut Newton, David Bailey, Lord Snowdon—as well as a young circle of artists and socialites whose world soon became her own to frequent and document. “In some mysterious way I always seem to be in the right place at the right time,” Russell writes—be it in New York City, where she met Andy Warhol early on; Montauk, where she’d visit Peter Beard; or the St. Tropez of 60 years ago, partying with Gunter Sachs and whomever happened to be on his boat that day. To picture the scene, subtract the ostentatiousness of St. Tropez today and add a heavy dose of bohemian chic. Or see Russell’s shots of the time. —Julia Vitale