The beauty of this job is you never know what's around the corner. About four years ago now, from absolutely nowhere, I was suddenly shooting the wedding of Felix Barrett, the creative director and genius behind Punchdrunk Theatre. From that wedding I found myself in France shooting the wedding for Britney Spears' manager. (And now Miley Cyrus's manager.) From an abandoned mansion in the heart of Wales to a grand chateau in the heart of France. Random and beautiful but a logical through line in a way. But this beautiful 18th birthday party at No.1 Mayfair, come, strangely enough, from a corporate photography gig I did a couple of years back. So there was really no signpost for this at all. Other than I now know enough about my job, and my clients to expect the unexpected (for example, last Saturday's wedding ended with a Japanese burlesque performance art rendition of Aphex Twin's Window Licker video in a blacked out venue with harshly strobing lights). But I really wasn't expecting to find myself shooting what was effectively an old fashioned debutante's ball, with a very closely observed Gatsby theme. The amazing thing about something fresh and new like this is it completely awakens the senses (NB. brides, who make it a key criteria that you've shot at their wedding venue before--you have got it absolutely the wrong way round.) It shakes things up and gets your synapses firing like an explosion in a Chinese fireworks factory. Also, shooting something like this you feel you're part of a photographic lineage. Not just shooting the great and the good and the It girls of the past, but to any photos of teenagers letting loose--which for me, would also include Derek Ridgers photos of the London punk scene. It's that impression of beautiful invincibility, freedom and a newly formed fervid sense of self, forged in that crazy teenage furnace. But anyway I'll stop talking now.