Quick shoot in a drab meeting room in Canary Wharf - luckily the light coming through the atrium next door was delicious (I've included one from the overhead 2-light set up here as well). This person really hated having her picture taken. So do most people, of course, but she was particularly averse. Solution? 10 minutes of soothing babble from me until she relaxed a little. Just a little, mind.
The reporter and I had been given 20 minutes - in total! - to interview and photograph the housing minister in his office.
I had contacted his department days previously: is there anywhere I can set up some lights? Could I squeeze in an extra five minutes? No, and no. In the end, I had around 20 seconds at the end of the interview - so I sat him down in front of a window and started shooting.
'Should I smile?' he asked, as his press secretary hovered nervously in the background. 'Could you look ministerial, please,' I replied. His face softened for a moment and we ended up with a half-decent picture.
keylight, fill, cramped room in Rosewood hotel, professor
A few heads from a recent project
I took this on assignment in Tilburg, Netherlands last year. Lovely people. Crazy decor.
Camping holiday, northern France. Pretty damp.
A few portraits from a commission last week for a London charity - the Octavia Foundation - that has its own chain of shops. These are some of the volunteers. Delightful people - nice gaffs, too
I'm not going to join the legions crowing about their Fuji x100t - well, maybe a little.
Setting aside the quality of images it produces (classic chrome - hubba hubba!) and the gorgeous way it works - it's portable. I wanted to start just shooting again, day to day, place to place. And I have been doing just that.
Here are two portraits of my parents, taken yesterday in their natural environment.
Just been working on a series of portraits of residents of one of east London's tallest and most recognisable tower blocks, Winterton House.
I'll post some of the pictures later. In the meantime here's one of the view from the 22nd floor - looking west towards the City...
I took this picture of my friend Irene, an author and psychologist and all-round champ, for her website. We had agreed to meet at Leigh beach, which is a wee scrap of sand on the Thames Estuary, just in time for sunset. Only the sunset was obscured by a load of dark clouds, and anyway we were about an hour early because I had got my timings wrong (IT HAPPENS).
So instead I shot the other way, towards the east; slapped a couple of CTO gels over my flash; stuck it in a softbox - and hey presto! Instant sunset.