I’ve taken many portraits over the years and this one was one of my favourites. Not that I liked the picture particularly, I’ve taken much better portraits, I liked it because I got to meet a truly one of a kind person. A person that I felt I could talk to (or more like listen to) for hours and hours and leave feeling that I had learnt something from someone special. I went on to photograph Louise another time after this, this time for British Vogue. Mike Trow and I made her climb into an empty student locker for one of the shots as we thought it would be a good laugh (Mike and I would come up with these sort of silly ideas when we were together) anyway, she liked the idea for some reason and did it. All the time, students walking past and she just got on with it, chatting about previous students she had worked with (names we all now know and recognise in the fashion industry) who would be in tears laughing at her for doing it.
The last time I saw her was at a dinner and we chatted about that session and shared a laugh ourselves, her insisting that that picture (that was never published) would come out when she was gone to taunt her of that moment, her passing shot being of her in a students locker. I insisted it was a metaphor for the educational system that kept her locked in a shiny box, she laughed at this and said something either rude or profound, I can’t remember what it was but I’m sure it was brilliant (and most likely rude)
So here we are Louise, no shot of you in a locker. I feel sad I won’t be able to take another picture of you but that’s probably for the best as I’d only make you do something stupid anyhow.
RIP LOUISE WILSON