I was recently asked by The Saturday Telegraph to photograph a man who spends his days saving the lives of minuscule premature little nippers at a London hospital. Unfortunately we were informed that the shoot would be taking place in his office as all of the wards are strictly out of bounds. I knew this whole shoot would depend on environment so getting access to the wards was a must. It's not a control thing, but when I'm stripped of a location it really frustrates me. Not just for the fact that usually these restricted locations instantly become more desirable but also but also because I do believe that a lot of what I do and how my subject feels is reliant on where I am shooting. Luckily for me, on this occasion the doctor happened to be really nice. Not boring 'how do you do nice', more chilled out, understanding and really willing to help kind of 'nice'. These are my favourite kind of subjects. Those who collaborate, respect that you just want to get the best image you can - and overall, just don't make a fuss.
After multiple hand washings with special sanitation spray I felt more hygienic than ever and I excitedly entered the fairground of incubators and lab equipment. I was instructed not to get any incubators in shot as they had mini beings in, so I forced my brain into overdrive and danced around as silently as possible to frame up my shot. I few snaps, many whispering thank you's to the family hovered over a little pink baby and a swift exit to re wash our hands.
My huge thanks to Prof. Neil Marlow’s for sneaking us in