I pretended to take a photo of Simon (the Chef), but he hid behind the book he was reading. Interestingly he presented the text pages, and not the front and back covers, as one might expect. I asked him to hold that pose, and rushed to get my camera for the real shot. He refused to recreate the pose, so I asked him to photograph me, assuming the same attitude. He can cook, but he can’t take a photo (ha ha). The result was blurred and out of focus. So… I got my mother to photograph me a couple of days later. I experimented with some scenarios, until I happily settled for a warehouse I photographed in Australia. I included a photo I had of some sparks (isolated) that were being given off by an industrial grinder. I thought that it gave the picture some magic and movement.