It tells truthfully what it was like to survive and make ones way as a photographer in Britain back then. I tell the story through my personal experience of those tough times.
Those were analogue days! Growing up amongst the factories of the Black Country, studying photography in Manchester alongside my friends Daniel Meadows and Martin Parr, and then with trepidation going down to London to make a living as a photographer in the early 1970’s.
In popular recollection, the 1970’s have gone down as the dark ages; Britain’s gloomiest period since the second world war, was set between Harold Wilson’s ‘swinging sixties’ and Margaret Thatcher’s divisive eighties. What was it like to be a young photographer then?
By the end of the 1980’s my photography was known throughout the world. How did I do it? What did I go through? It’s all in this book that tells the story warts and all.