The British Grand Prix was coming up. Stirling Moss, then Britain's most celebrated racing driver, was a likely winner. I knew him slightly through the never-ending publicity appearances that my previous wife, Susan, was asked to make in the fond hope that they would further her career. Although I hadn't seen him for a while, I phoned Stirling and asked if we could meet to discuss the possibility of doing a photo story on him and his wife, Katie, during the Grand Prix. He took me to lunch at the Steering Wheel club in Mayfair and said that as long as I didn't get in the way that was fine. I thanked him very much. As I was leaving, I remembered that I didn't have a decent camera and I couldn't afford the cost of hiring one. So I went back to the table and said,'There is one snag - I'm afraid I don't have a camera. May I borrow yours?' He had a Rolleiflex f2.8. He smiled and said, 'Yes - but mind you look after it.'
I went home and started to learn how to use it. When the Grand Prix came, I took hundreds of pictures. Stirling won, and as he was leaving the circuit he suddenly called out to me, 'Hey - can I have my camera back!'
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Extract taken from "Mostly Women, A Photographer's Life", by Michael Ward.