Ken Regan was a great photographer and a great man. Even though I didn’t know him very well, the time I spent with him was magical. He taught me a lot about life and photography, he told me about his adventures in war and in filmmaking. Ken Regan was a man with a natural talent of charm and visual art. Ageless, he died on Sunday the 25th of November. He died in dignity and he was happy when he closed his eyes and left our world, he died having done what many can’t do: he died with a complete journey, he accomplished all his dreams and completed what he set out to do. The last time I knew he was sick, but if you truly saw him he was full with life and joy even though he had cancer. I am writing in the memory of Ken Ragan, my friend and my idol.