Every year I take hundreds of photographs on holiday.
Every year I take hundreds of photographs on holiday.
Nothing commissioned. Not portfolio photographs. Not for a client. No deadlines, no mood boards, no campaigns, no one else’s expectations.
Just pictures for me.
The sort of pictures that, 95% of the time, end up sitting on one of my hard drives, quietly ageing in a folder with a deeply imaginative title like “France 2026.”
And it’s a shame. I rarely find the time to revisit them properly.
Recently, while travelling from Scotland to France on the cruise ship Balmoral, where I was giving talks about my career and work over the years, I found myself doing what I always do when I have a camera in my hand. And it was a joyous!
I’m Soooo Exhausted!
Tonight I switched off Radio 4.
Not because I disagreed with a point, but because I’d had enough of hearing someone calmly suggest that Hitler was somehow misunderstood. As if history simply needs a softer edit. As if six million deaths were a branding issue.