Most shoot days,
I stay at the office. It’s not just important editor-type work keeping me here, it’s my team telling me (or perhaps
I should say, vigorously insisting), that they really don’t need me at the shoot. No, really. While I know they’re extremely competent and can do it without me, I’m not quite sure why I’m not welcome. Could it be that I have, on the odd occasion, eaten something before it was photographed, “Where did that perfect muffin/schnitzel/pasta bake/fill-in-the-blank go?”. Gulp. Or is it that I am so full of excellent ideas, “Don’t you think that layer cake would look better decorated upside down?”. There was also that one time I helped with the washing up, “Oops, sorry, was that an expensive platter?”. Or maybe it’s just…
