From Olivier Lalanne’s article for Bazaar Homme:
Christopher Makos’s favorite French word is “thank you very much.” He’s asked the first question because, right off the bat, the photographer of Italian-Greek origin, born in Massachusetts, is keen to point out that France was the first country to welcome him with open arms and dedicate an exhibition to him in the late 1960s, long before the United States took an interest in his work and New York fell at his feet. Tanzanite eyes, a complexion toasted by the California sun, long chamomile-colored hair, very comfortable in his body as if sculpted by surfing, Christopher Makos made short work of the Big Apple. Hailed in a flash as one of the mascots of the golden age of New York’s underground scene, with his phosphorescent charisma in the suave darkness of Studio 54 or CBGB, the uninhibited young playboy and his shameless camera captured the glam elite in all their vulnerability—Debbie Harry, Mick Jagger, Keith Haring, Matt Dillon, Steven Tyler, Grace Jones, David Bowie, Halston, John Lennon—as well as the anonymous punk scene and the one-night stands who thrilled him.