Peter Beard was a Renaissance man in a safari jacket: an artist, a sometime actor, and an heir to tobacco and railroad fortunes. He was a fixture on Long Island’s East End, summering in the 70s at the East Hampton home of his then girlfriend Lee Radziwill, and holding court for decades at his own compound in Montauk. He was an unstoppable party animal for whom day and night were interchangeable, and an incorrigible ladies’ man who once climbed Mount Kilimanjaro on acid with a mistress while his wife waited at home. He would marry three times.
But Beard was best known as an explorer and photographer. He first traveled to Africa at 17, assisting Quentin Keynes, the adventurer and great-grandson of Charles Darwin, on a film about rare wildlife. So struck was Beard by what he saw that he returned during his final year at Yale, having persuaded the university to let him mail back diary entries from Kenya in place of a conventional senior thesis.