Scott Bourne


One day in 2001, I went into Slap and Joe ceremoniously handed me a roll of film as though it were a delicate egg. It was (expensive, sensitive, fragile) infrared film, and they had bought a handful of rolls for an article: “one roll per photographer, load in complete darkness, don’t get it warm or cold and bracket your exposures”. Well, I knew Scott was always down for a covert experiment, so one night we went and set up this f/s boardslider, I crossed my fingers and thankfully the photo came out. Portrait previously unpublished. (In real life, the bar and logo were red, the bushes were traditional green, and his arms were black.)

Images copyright Richard Hart.