I say simple, though she was anything but. She had a nice body, of course, that was why she was a model, but she had a beautiful mind. The kind of person you could talk to for hours, or sit in silence, enjoying each other’s company.

I wasn’t a real photographer, not professionaly anyway. Real photography, the kind with depth and meaning, doesn’t pay like it used to. When I first started i was literally a starving artist and realised in little time that chemicals and paper alone cost more than room and board. Modelling agencies, however, paid loads, though the pictures they paid for had little clairvoyance, and I resent my job, but it’s the only way i can print passionate photos

But back to her.