I first met the Spaghetti people the divine Nadia and Suomi La Valle in 1979, at that moment I was … More
Ritz Newspaper asked me to photograph a selection of stunning 1920s jewelled dresses. Somehow the stylist (forgive me I have … More
A joyful and familiar Liverpool drawl spoke to me down the phone saying “Clive, I need you to shoot the … More
After Art School in 1966 I worked stoking boilers at a local telephone exchange from 6am until 2pm – just so I could paint in the afternoons. I then got a job at Rediffusion’s Graphics studios as someone there had seen my drawings and paintings in a graphic arts magazine, and they found me and hired me.
The scene reminded me of an Andrew Wythe painting that I had always adored and had influenced me so much in my own painting and into photography. I felt the extraordinary poetic beauty of the synchronicity of being in the same landscape he had viewed and which had inspired him and now inspired me.
I kept saying “Yes, Arthur in a moment, can’t you see I’m trying to interview one of the greatest guitarists in the world”. I thought a faint smile drifted across Ry’s face but I think that was wishful thinking. Eventually Arthur could contain himself no longer and he said within earshot of Ry ” Mr Arrow you have toilet paper stuck on your forehead”.
I was always admired the mystique created by Ian Hunter always wearing shades much like the fabulous Jeff Lyne of ELO, it is his ‘look’. Shades are part of rock and roll imagery that Dylan used and in my opinion Bono has never quite pulled off (sorry Bono).
Marc’s genius is his painstaking attention to detail, using scale and materials to produce radical and stunning forms. He draws on classical art in a very imaginative way, his blood head self portrait for example reminded me of the death masks of old which were also cast directly from the body.
The suspended box idea was influenced by the box in Francis Bacons paintings, his tryptic of portraits of Lucien Freud (1969) (see below). The set designer and my assistants dashed of and got some chrome effect plastic tubing and cobbled it all together while the GHD Sirens were in hair and make up.
Jean, without any sense of irony said, “Mmmmmm, Mmmmm, Enjoy” as if she had presented an eight-course gourmet meal, arms triumphantly gesticulating towards the feast. The maid had very kindly cut the pizza into eight pieces that were no bigger than a minuscule Ortolan.