30/06/2026
My first proper photography job, about 25 years ago, was for the South London Press. I walked in off the street and asked for a job. They said ‘Start tomorrow…if you’re not good there’ll be no more work.’
I used to get a fax every morning with up to 12 jobs on it, from photographing prize-winning vegetables to door-knocking asking a bereaved mum if I could take a portrait of her holding a framed photo of her teenage son, who’d been stabbed to death the night before. It was a challenging job but I learned how to focus and get it done.
