You've spotted this kid in a nightclub, mostly because he really looks like a kid. Little guy, barely breaks a buck-and-a-quarter in weight. Has an endearing stutter. Seems so young you’re thinking, toll booth collectors card this guy - how'd he get in here? The boat shoes, baggy jeans and rumpled blue oxford shirts that he wears every single day of his God-given life don't exactly add years, either. It's not that Marc Andrew Deley looks out of place, but there's no way in Hell you'd peg him as hanging with Paris Hilton, Mick Jagger, Tom Cruise, George Clooney, Jessica Alba, President Bush, Cameron Diaz, Gisele Bundchen and The Dali Lama. Which this 21-year-old does. All the time.

More than 50,000—repeat, all together now, 50 thousand—of  his photographs have splashed across the pages of some 60 newspapers and magazines worldwide. He’s shot backstage at so many rock concerts, he’s lost count. (The framed band press credentials you see in the picture on the left are a mere fraction.) The camera is Marc’s third arm, and he knew it as soon as his parents gave him a camera for Christmas from his uncle’s shop when he was 14. He sees The Shot before it happens,  knows it shall be: Bono at the microphone, sweat oozing out of his winced forehead, crooning “One Tree Hill.” Click! Click! Click! Got it. Front page. Ever seen the movie “Almost Famous”? Marc makes Cameron Crowe’s character look like a wannabe.

The Buffalo native shot his first celebrity picture at a Dave Matthews Concert as a sophomore in high school. By his 18th birthday, Marc’s images had appeared in spreads in Rolling Stone, The Wall Street Journal, The UK’s Daily Record, Harper’s Bazaar, People  and Maxim. During his freshman year at Boston College, while his classmates were chugging beer watching the Superbowl, Marc was returning home after another weekend shoot. Who won the game? Marc asked his roommate. What a loser, Deley, his friend slurred. How could you blow off the Superbowl?  Actually, Marc had shot the Superbowl, on the field, thank you, and jumped a plane back home during half-time to study for an exam the next day. Take that, roomie.

School ultimately was not for him. He dropped out last year—too much else to do. There are rock bands to manage, a clothing line to market, photographs and more photographs to shoot and, oh yeah, a first-of-its-kind magazine to launch. Rez(life), a glossy 144-page publication covering entertainment, culture and fashion for Boston College students, is due to hit the shelves next week. By next fall, Marc hopes to roll out similar publications customized for another dozen or so colleges. So, right, that unassuming kid you see in the crowd? Buy him a drink (he’s legal now). ‘Cause this kid’s going to own all of us some day. Get the picture?