Duncan Raban

A day in the life of the Rolling Stones I was in a pub at 8:30 having a pint with some friends on a Tuesday evening it was pouring down with rain. My mobile rang and it was a publicist I know for Mick Jagger, from the Rolling Stones. He said Duncan can you go to Ireland tomorrow morning to photograph a few a quick photos of the Rolling Stones. I said are you joking! He said “no”. If you can go you need to snap them at 12 o’clock tomorrow standing at the gate of Ronnie Woods’s house in cork. You will be picked up at the airport security at 11am and  be driven to Ronnie’s house, where you will wait at the gate with security and the band will come down the drive for a couple of photos. It will take you five minutes to do, and then you will be driven back

Yesterday I was walking around Brick Lane and I noticed a lady with a fabulous coat on. So I said, “Wow! What a beautiful coat, you’re wearing, you look like a supermodel!” Her name was Christiana Keene, and it turned out she used to model in the 1960’s. I always try to photograph at least one person I meet on the street a day, so I asked her to do a glamour fashion walk. I found a great wall of colourful graffiti to use as a backdrop and got her to put her arms in the air for a glamorous photo   I then went to a café and got chatting to a guy called David who was a video journalist with an online magazine. As he left the café I said “How about a few happy photos?” I called him ‘playboy’ which had him in hysterics and I