What do you hang on the walls of your mind?

I can't hold a camera anymore.

I realise that I had the best of serious picture journalism. There was an innocence in our approach, especially in the 1950s and 1960s when we naively believed that by holding a mirror up to the world we could help - no matter how little - to make people aware of the human condition.

It's the hardest thing in the world to take the mundane and try to show how special it is.

Lesson number one: Pay attention to the intrusion of the camera.

I look for a sense of reality with everything I did. I didn't work in a studio, I didn't light anything. I found a way of working which pleased me because I didn't have to frighten people with heavy equipment. It was that little black box and me and £5 worth of film in my pocket or maybe it was only £2 in those days.

I came to photography by accident.