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On a gray day in 1988 I dodged into The National Portrait Gallery in London to get out of the rain.
The Robert Mapplethorpe exhibition was running, and although I had no idea who I was about to encounter, I bought a ticket and went in.
I was blown away by the collection of images on display, and after finishing with the exhibition I went into the book shop to pick up a copy of the catalogue.....and a collection was born.
For the last thirty years I have been collecting photo books (monographs as they were then) based purely on my taste and instinct. It has been an organic journey of discovery that is still ongoing.
I hope that you will care to join me as I share with you, thoughts on some of my favourites.
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