In '73 I photographed the cannibals in New Guinea. They treated me OK but they didn't make you feel relaxed... I managed to escape unscathed though, I'm pretty good at that.
I didn't know I was going to live for 50 years. It has come as a shock.
I was dyslexic, so I was put in the silly class at school.
Rather than knowing more, I think I've got more open-minded.
You adapt to who you're photographing.
All I could do at school was paint and draw and that was the only time I ever passed any exam. It was the only thing I ever got right at school.