Way Out West
Between the ages of 10 and 18, my life was geared towards being a musician. I grew up in Beaconsfield, Buckinghamshire, and spent every weekend at music school. I couldn’t get enough of learning new instruments – percussion, oboe, violin – and dreamed of becoming a concert pianist. Of course, when you hit your late teens, going out starts to become more important than practising. By the time I was studying music at university, I realised how unlikely that dream was and decided to change paths.
Luckily, I managed to modify my degree so that it was half music and half visual arts. As part of the latter, I was given a camera to learn photography. I had no idea the enormity of what this discovery would…
