7 Highlights From David Bailey’s Long-Awaited Memoir, ‘Look Again’
If fashion is craving authenticity more than ever, its poster boy might still be David Bailey. The photographer’s life and work has, from the start, been saturated with the stuff – a fact highlighted by his (long overdue) autobiography, Look Again, released on 29 October.
When I visit Bailey in his studio – where he’s surrounded by a team, including his diligent son, Fenton – he’s reluctant to wax too lyrically about the glamorous world he’s thought to have single-handedly created in the 1960s through his work for Vogue. This reluctance is partly informed by the vernacular dementia he has recently begun to develop – laughing at the irony as he struggles to recall the name of the condition. Indeed, if there is one disparity between Bailey in the book and Bailey in real life, it’s that no recognised punctuation can replicate the rasping schoolboy laughter that punctuates his speech.
Why stop and reflect now, then? “I remember I read Keith Richards’s biography [Life] and thought that was really well written, it had his voice,” Bailey says. “Love that expression: ‘had his voice’, like they’re vampires – Dracula taking his voice!”
Richards worked on his gritty and glistening autobiography with James Fox, who in turn assisted Bailey on this book and appears in transcripts of conversations between the photographer and a host of friends, relatives and collaborators. Make no mistake: the book isn’t an octogenarian’s self-serving of humble pie: he is quite happy to take credit where he deems it due, be that as a man who wooed Catherine Deneuve or as a photographer gently denouncing hero-rivals Irving Penn and Richard Avedon as “completely sexless”. Idols, conquests, detractors – all get their moment, and the reader is left feeling as Bailey must himself have: right at the centre of it all.