The wonderful and gifted British Vogue editor Grace Coddington myself, model Anne Schaufuss (my then love and muse) and Willie Christie (my erstwhile assistant) set off early one morning in my custom red Gordon Keeble sports car (with a Chevy engine) for Deauville.
Over my shoulder I heard Annie shout, in response to Loulou slightly flirting with the camera (which is perfectly normal, all models do this in my experience); ‘I know you want my boyfriend!’ Clearly she had taken the situation the wrong way and I think she used much stronger language.
Chiswick Mall runs along the side of the river Thames (the river that winds its way through the City of … More
I myself was in a highly nervous state, because it had taken so much time to produce the Polaroid test. Peeling back the Polaroid with Paul, Linda and the band peeking over my shoulder was extremely nerve wracking and it’s fair to say I was three steps away from needing the toilet.
French Vogue asked me to go and do a beauty shoot in Paris. I was married at the time and … More
David walked onto the studio back drop, I didn’t say a word and he just started looking over his shoulder and slowly revolving, going through a series of movements and I just kept on shooting. I didn’t want to miss a thing.
I didn’t know what to expect when I was booked to work with Canned Heat. They had a pretty Rock … More
My assistants placed the improvised cross on my shoulders and helped me down from the top studio down to Beatrice Millers office, where she was conducting a meeting with a dignitary from the National Portrait gallery. Spurred on by tequila I burst into the office, one foot in the bucket of pink yoghurt, which splashed across the newly carpeted floor;
He had the most extraordinary way of playing the guitar using open tuning with his thumb over the top of the fretboard. The guitar almost became a part of him
Grace Coddington rang me and said “We need to meet to talk about a trip to America with you and … More