I always like casting shadows in my pictures and not just casting light, which is something that I don’t think people think about closely enough. There is always the moment of the big reveal that has the most incredible power and dynamism.
I decided it would be fun to shoot in my garden as it was looking particularly good and I had some interesting lighting ideas. I decided to back light all the foliage in the garden so I could capture the the translucence quality of leaves and branches, which gave everything a more mystical look.
My assistant set up the lights and I wanted it lit in such a way that his head and hands where the only thing that was illuminated with the rest of his body in darkness. Once we’d set up the lights I noticed he had very shiny patent shoes which I also lit from the side to add some dynamic light to the pictures. The idea was to get the maestro and his piano to merge as one.
It has to be said that Friday nights launch of Peter Gabriel Reflections at The Museum of Bath Architecture was … 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.
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”.
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.
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.
Sometime in 1972 my agent called me to ask me to go and meet Richard Branson to talk about photographing … More
I dashed into the knee deep water and she got out of the chair and across the sodden set and flung herself at me nearly knocking us both into the fast flowing stream that now had changed into a torrent. Peter grabbed my hand and pulled Geschi and me onto the bank. While the client looked on in dismay as the set floated down stream