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It started in a men’s clothes
shop in Brighton on the south coast of England. A photographer
walked in and offered me a job as an assistant. I worked seven days a
week for 18 months. I got paid in sandwiches. Ten years later I was in the summer palace of King Ramma five of Thailand on the ultimate fashion location shoot. The client was fashion house FlyNow , with clothes in the style (loosely) of Gustav Klimt. Mere mortals are forbidden access, of course, but somehow there we were. I still to this day don’t know who pulled the strings. There was only one stipulation: don’t look in the king’s mirror. It means certain death. A charming superstition, perhaps, but there was nothing charming about the soldiers who trained their eyes on us the whole time. |
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