In the morning, there was no sign of Susie when we sat down for an early breakfast, which made Martyn and I panic as this was the last shot for the calendar.
As the shoot was taking some time I knocked on the door and was called into the dressing room by Raquel who was in front of the mirror doing her eyelashes in a rather tiny bra and pants looking like the Goddess she is. As my regular readers will know I am rarely lost for words and could feel myself getting all hot and bothered and looking at my feet and shifting my weight from one leg to the next.
Ritz Newspaper asked me to photograph a selection of stunning 1920s jewelled dresses. Somehow the stylist (forgive me I have … More
I shot Kirsten in the late 90s when she was promoting her fantastic BAFTA nominated performance in the English Patient which was an eery, moving and unsettling film. Most particularly because she was left in the desert alone with nothing but a book of classical Greek poetry.
I was at The Worx studio in Chelsea waiting to photograph the up and coming actor (as he was at … More
My girlfriend who is a devout vegan looked completely horrified but brightened at the prospect of meeting Terence Stamp. Terence was sitting at the far end of the restaurant with his brother and Michael Stephenson.
Sometime in 1972 my agent called me to ask me to go and meet Richard Branson to talk about photographing … More
I then asked him what he thought was the weirdest thing about the current music industry? He screwed his face up for a moment in silent contemplation and opened his eyes, looked up at me and shaking his head slowly said, “That U2 ever had a hit”.
Tom Reynolds art director of the Sunday Times Magazine called me and said “Clive would you like to go to … More