I found this paint splashed, battered old photograph in an old box recently – I took it of some friends many years ago, and it really brought back memories. What I remember was particularly amazing to me in this photograph is that Janet (right) was smiling. I had never seen Janet smile! So I always felt that there was something special about the moment. And I remember trugging about in my old boots, just looking and catching moments as they flew by…I don’t know if I romanticise, but somehow it felt like that old, inexpensive, heavy camera was closer to my body, more connected to the experience..