Well the story is actually quite cliché; I always knew I wanted to be an artist, but I was terrible. Because of this unfortunate fact it wasn’t until late in college that my creative career began to blossom.
I had unwittingly become so frustrated with my painting skills that I began to photograph my subjects instead. A forthcoming revelation was infamously set in stone when my exasperated fine art lecturer found a scrapbook… I’ll never forgot those immortal words of wisdom; ‘Youngy, your paintings are absolute s*it… but bloody hell these photo’s are amazing – forget this, be a photographer’. And with that bittersweet epiphany –I never looked back!
It was a light bulb moment that made absolute sense. Photography had always been my medium and I’ve lived and breathed it ever since.
That said I was still probably born in the wrong era… my absolute inspirations come from pioneering fashion, celebrity and music photographers from the late 70’s/80’s such as Harry Benson, David Bailey, Mic Rock, Anton Corbijn and Annie Leibovitz…If I had a time machine I’d travel back and go on tour with the Sex Pistols. But then who wouldn’t?!