They said they wanted some nice pictures, so I took them home and duly obliged (they really were nice pictures, not the other sort – and my wife didn’t mind, or so she said. ‘I’ve brought these two strange girls home dear, and I’m going to take some pictures of them.’ ‘Oh.’) And then I decided to do this one:
It breaks every rule in the Manual of How to Take Proper Photographs (no fill light, no catchlights in the eyes etc,) but that was how I wanted it. I liked it and kept a copy. I could never explain to myself why I liked it, but I did. Strangely enough, I still can’t and I still do.