Sam Taylor-Wood does one of those newspaper life-style interviews with the Guardian:
My childhood was kind of Hideous Kinky. My mum was an astrologer and yoga teacher and she moved us from London to a hippy commune in East Sussex after my dad walked out to go on a round-the-world biking trip. I hated it. But I’ve now accepted that it’s been instrumental in forming the person I’ve become, for better or worse. [ . . . ]
I’m fascinated by male vulnerability. I’ve made a film of the Klitschko brothers, these fearsome Ukrainian heavyweight boxers, kings of the jungle, in the moment of utter collapse after a fight. It’s taking all the films of crying men I’ve done to the furthest extreme.
The line between private and public lives is a fertile one for me. I’ve lived quite a public life and it’s the reason I have used well-known people in my work. I’m interested in what’s going on beneath the facades they present to the world, taking them to a place which is uncomfortable.
This Much I Know: Sam Taylor-Wood (Guardian)
