[Photographer, b. 1962, Ealing, West London, d. 2010, Denham, England.]
[My brain tumor] was like a bungee jump into hell, like falling and falling forever. It was terrifying, I gave Mark my camera, and told him, “Photograph everything.”
I must be [an artist]. My pictures are in an art gallery.
I always thought [my models] looked best when they were sitting in their pajamas smoking pot and getting pissed on a bottle of wine. So that’s what I documented. I liked the girls looking how they were naturally…
The ‘grunge look’, as my style was called, simply showed girls as they really are, without make-up, styled hair, flattering light.
Photography is getting as close as you can to real life, showing us things we don’t normally see. These are people’s most intimate moments, and sometimes intimacy is sad.
It’s all about freedom, really—and being proud of the holes in your jumper.
I try to capture something from my subjects that’s real. It’s the eyes that tell that.
When a relationship forms between the subject and the photographer, a natural interaction takes place making the images more intimate.