What baffles me about London is how traffic wardens can just appear from the ether and drain all humanity from a street. I’m sure some of them are adorable people, it’s just that I haven’t met any of those yet.
London’s best-kept secret is cycling the Grand Union Canal. Starting in central London, it winds its way through east London into the countryside. I got as far as Stansted last time I did it.
When I want to chill out I go to the South Bank – to feel like a tourist again.
The most interesting person I’ve met was playwright Tom Stoppard. He strolled into one of my Sunday Shoots. I’m a huge fan and had just seen his play Rock ‘n’ Roll. I was uncharacteristically nervous. I am happy to say the portrait’s now part of the National Portrait Gallery’s collection.
My favourite place for a drink is The Royal Oak on Columbia Road, Bethnal Green – where I occasionally sort out most of the world’s problems.
For when I’m hungover in London head to Breakfast at Clicia in Stoke Newington – it’s a Mediterranean take on the English version.
What gets me up in the morning is the audacious belief today could just be the day I take the best photograph I have ever taken. I’m a hopeless romantic.
My perfect weekend is a relaxed Saturday, pottering in my garden, followed by a Sunday morning photoshoot with the public in my Flower Market Studio.
Are you looking forward to the Olympics? I’ve always loved it, no other sporting event seems so vital and important. I was very lucky to shoot a number of Team GB Olympians for the National Lottery campaign. Sadly, I don’t have a ticket, so will be watching it from home, a mere two miles away.
The biggest faux pas I have made was at one of my Sunday Shoots, I complimented a woman on what a loving son she had. She calmly informed me then that he was her boyfriend. I died a thousand deaths.
Five words that sum up London … Vibrant, creative, frustrating,