While visiting my father-in-law in Byron Bay on the Australian east coast I received a message saying that my Danish publishing house, that was just about to launch Herr Isakowitz’s Treasure, was in desperate need of a photograph of me.
Luckily I managed to get hold of family-friend and legendary photographer John McCormick who lives only half an hour from Byron, at the foot of Mount Chincogan outside the little town of Mullumbimby. Up here, by the subtropical hills, John has his house and his studio.
It is a most wonderful place to work. The studio may not have Internet access, but who needs it when you have lizards, the odd carpet snake and a secret Narnia-like cupboard that leads out from your office and into a huge bamboo forest.
Apart from taking pictures of me with his beat-up camera, John was also posing for my three year-old son who, after having observed us adults, had built a camera of his own (using long sticks and colourful flowers).
Here is my favorite picture from the day. One I decided not to send to the publishing house, but keep for myself.
