Back when I was starting, when photography felt inspiring and true, I first encountered Martin Parr.
We went along to Plymouth Arts Centre to see his seminal ‘The Last Resort’, and I was blown away.
I bought a poster and it was a constant on the wall of my student bedsit.
Lovely then, if a little nerve wracking to photograph the maestro 2 weeks ago for the Independent on Sunday.
Genial if slightly brusque, I managed to stretch our time to an hour by suggesting we do a few pictures with his wife, Susie.
Without a support structure, artists very rarely achieve longevity so it’s always good to celebrate ‘the power behind throne’.
No man is an island.