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Sir Phillip Green
A classic two minute shoot. Tim, the editor was my foil off camera and a favourable financial report was probably responsible for the uncharacteristic levity. Then quickly in to a sitting shot as if talking during an interview. A few frames go by with me on my knees before the retail guru, Britain’s wealthiest fellow.
“Right”, I said “I’ll just...” Instantly he was up shaking hands and walking out the door. “....go to landscape.” I said. The light had completely faded beyond the curtains and my knees hurt.
Dear Lynn (PA to George), you are my favourite.
A paragon of all things. They should make you the Secretary General of the UN.
The interview. CERN could not measure George’s free time and well meaning journalists (you know who you are) are the highwaymen of a photographer’s chance. So I owe my two minutes and this shot to Lynn. You are peerless. Doesn’t George have good hair?
Here’s a guy who would do anything for the photographer. What a joy. You can tell can’t you?
He talked about how he never begrudges
strangers stopping him to tell him they liked this
or that film and I really regret not telling him that when I see him on screen, it always brings back
fond memories of going to see Close Encounters with my late mother when I was about 17. We
both loved that film.
A tiny room in Parliament with an armchair and the secretary’s desk. As Mr Dorrell MP waits patiently in his adjoining office, I get to work erecting a two light set up with a boom arm balanced on an upturned waste paper bin with not a centimeter to spare. I’ve got five minutes. The nice lady is so very forgiving. I bring Stephen in and he trusts me completely. We make a good team, the former Secretary of State and me. I really like this picture.
I hope he does. He looks like a politician who
knows his mind and is not to be messed with.
If Hobbits built palaces in the 1920’s they would look like this n'est-ce pas? However, The European Bank is in a modern building near Liverpool St station and it's like the UN in there - so many languages being spoken, I regretted not inserting my Babel fish that morning. As for Mr Maurice; a most helpful and patient subject with a quintessentially patrician and gentlemanly bearing.
A cast of thousands. Huge lighting gantries, gaffer, grips, models, hair, make up, First assistant and a Second assistant. I’m told some shoots have all this.
This was shot behind the Bank of England. The
city Police are not idiots - probably sussed out in seconds and left in peace. Private property is another matter. I was once stopped in Trafalgar Square by two Swedish security guards on the grounds that it is private property. Yes, you read correctly. The private property of Westminster
City Council and all photographers will be shot.
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