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In the early 1980s, Vanity Fair, after a 47-year hiatus, was planning to relaunch. To help fill the pages, art director Bea Feitler turned to a trusted protégé: a 26-year-old photographer with a hungry eye and a devilish grin. His name was Jonathan Becker.
Recently he’d been driving a cab. To scrape by, he’d relied on free dinners from his pal Elaine Kaufman, proprietor of the legendary Upper East Side…