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While expounding what I though was a particularly important creative point there was an almighty crash of breaking glass and splintering wood from outside the room.
Bianca came and sat under the spotlight and looked at me and leaning forward whispered “Are you ok Clive, you look a bit spaced out?” “I am, we were at an all weekend party madness and I’m still waiting for it to wear off” I whispered back “ I understand” she said with a knowing smile.
At this point Rachel walked in and I think she thought I was the set builder as I extended my paint-splattered hand. Which she looked at and politely refused to shake as I said, “I’m Clive, I’m the photographer”. I was completely amazed by how naturally beautiful and stunning she was and for a moment I didn’t know what to say, which is very unusual for me.
I was really touched by this wonderful American landscape photographer Christopher Burkett who has devoted himself to the mediation of photography and transferred these visions into stunning images.
Eventually as the V8 sounds faded my shouts were heard and he looked up from under the bonnet, his hands covered in oil and his face smeared too and said “Oh, Hi Clive, my manager said you’d be coming down”