I had to have my photo taken for Mr Rosenblum publicity/ websites/ dartboard pinning etc. Sceptre had been using a picture snapped by Mr S when we were on holiday in Paris. Jocasta said to me ‘do you have anything we can use for now – a pic of you staring into the middle distance looking pensive and writerly?’ And Mr S duly dug out the only shot of me not in a woolly hat or wellington boots or with sheep. But for the official photo, J decided that sheep or cows or badgers or bluebells or nature in general would be a Good Thing, since Mr R is countryside novel.
My brother, Big Mike, (who’s not big, just bigger than me) is a professional photographer, and agreed to take my picture. It was a bit of a come down for him – he’s taken pics of Thierry Henry, Eve Ensler…, and his photos have appeared everywhere from bus-stops to Harpers and Queen. The nieces were drafted in to tickle my knees, while staying out of shot, and we ventured to the top of Bulbarrow in search of some decent light/ photogenic cows. I learned good tricks: how to stand at the right angle to make the infamous Carsley-family nose appear smaller, turn face up towards great light box in the sky (aka the sun) and wrinkles/ zits/ creases will miraculously disappear. If only I could walk around like that all day without bumping into stuff.
Anyway, pic posted below. All copyright belongs to Big Mike. Also, you should check out his website, there’s funny stuff on there, but then I would say that: