My assistants placed the improvised cross on my shoulders and helped me down from the top studio down to Beatrice Millers office, where she was conducting a meeting with a dignitary from the National Portrait gallery. Spurred on by tequila I burst into the office, one foot in the bucket of pink yoghurt, which splashed […]

The wonderful and gifted British Vogue editor Grace Coddington myself, model Anne Schaufuss (my then love and muse) and Willie Christie (my erstwhile assistant) set off early one morning in my custom red Gordon Keeble sports car (with a Chevy engine) for Deauville. It reminds me of Marlon Brando’s remark from On The Waterfront, when […]

I am delighted to announce my first solo US exhibition at Holden Luntz Gallery in Palm Beach, Florida which to my … More Tom Reynolds art director of the Sunday Times Magazine called me and said “Clive would you like to go to … More The amazing thing about Phil Collins is that for a not […]

It was a fraught and adventurous shoot, it has to be said, I risked life and limb by hanging over the edge of the top of the spiral staircase, with assistants holding my legs and jeans belt so I didn’t come to an untimely end.

My agent Julian Cotton in the late 90s was, like me a huge classical music fan. He phoned late one … More I was in New York City working for Esquire, shooting a series called Rock Gods.  I was using a studio … More Cher’s look in Sonny and Cher was that of a very […]

Being in the theatre immediately inspired me (probably wrongly) to enthusiastically instruct the models using clichés such as, “Wonderful my Darling hearts”,  “Fabulous my luvvies” and “It’s a triumph!”

Warhol was a man of few words and wielded an antique polaroid camera and insistently took polaroids which he then dropped on the floor, without looking at them. I said ‘Are you going to open the polaroids Andy? He said, ‘No, I like them to cook because the colour becomes more intense.’ I always like […]

Once we arrived at the Baths I had my assistants set up a flash unit, suspended over the Roman Bath on a boom. This would not have got past health and safety today and I was really nervous incase the boom failed, fell into the water and electrocuted Peter and myself.

I always like casting shadows in my pictures and not just casting light, which is something that I don’t think people think about closely enough. There is always the moment of the big reveal that has the most incredible power and dynamism. I got a call from the secretary of the legendary British Vogue editor […]

When I discovered them again between shoots, exhibitions and the whirlwind of the photography world. I realised how sensual and slightly androgynous the model is who I think is called Mona but I am not 100 percent sure. I shot these phots on a Linhof 5×4 plate camera for Hearst Magazines – it was a […]

I met Steven Carey when he was a a junior and Leonard’s hair salon. He assisted on a few shoots I did for Leonard with Vogue but I didn’t get to see his creative personality then because Leonard held such sway over things at that time. Inevitably Steven developed and wanted his own salon. He […]

 I found myself being overtaken by a posh accent and my assistants began to comment and laugh. Then I realised it was a hangover from my over doing it the night before and then I realised I had stopped taking drugs 20 years ago, so there was no excuse.

He had the most extraordinary way of playing the guitar using open tuning with his thumb over the top of the fretboard.  The guitar almost became a part of him Bianca came and sat under the spotlight and looked at me and leaning forward whispered “Are you ok Clive, you look a bit spaced out?” “I […]

Jean, without any sense of irony said, “Mmmmmm, Mmmmm, Enjoy” as if she had presented an eight-course gourmet meal, arms triumphantly gesticulating towards the feast. The maid had very kindly cut the pizza into eight pieces that were no bigger than a minuscule Ortolan.