I know I could have made us look perfect by adding loads of gaussian blur or artificial grain to this pic but I do think real people are more interesting than those with no blemishes so here we are, warts and all. Me un-made-up and David fresh out from the underside of the Beetle, where its continuing journey to pristine-ness continues at a pace.

This is so totally representative about how I feel today – as though there is an invisible barrier keeping me away from the things I love. I’m being pressured at work to go to the USA again and there are people at home who are also contributing to making this next few months of my life a lonely place, where I will be away from the things I love most of the time. I’m back on a plane tomorrow (BA disputes notwithstanding) and have the miserable expectation of a 4.30am start so my precious bed time is being curtailed yet again. When I arrive back from my travels tomorrow I expect it to take the rest of the week to recover from a trip that human beings were not designed to do.

So, here is my symbolic shot of DM is so close to me yet we are unable to feel the warmth of each other or the pleasure of touching one another’s skin. I love the symbolism of the harshness of the sharp, unyielding glass and the steam around our finger tips. All in all I'm quite pleased with the way this one-shot-wonder turned out. I know that our short-term difficulties will be resolved but I am going to wish my life away and say ‘I wish it was Christmas time’ when we can curl up on the sofa, draw up our metaphorical bridge and enjoy being together.

I got inspiration for this shot from a Foo Fighters video I saw some time ago – a really sensual, beautiful piece of film. I can’t remember its title – it’s not one of their best known ones.


Last year we were at Oughs and the year before, it was the first day of the season and I was shooting Steven Carr in the same spot I shot Andy Reid in at the weekend.