Mark Luscombe-White, Julia Margaret Cameron and me

I stood in the resin-scented darkroom trying to avoid getting cyanide on my bare feet and craning forward to understand 19th-century photography. Mark Luscombe-Whyte slipped a photographic plate into a chemical-filled fixer box, and the image bloomed, at first striated, then clearer, like a ghost materialising out of thin air. The process has given me even more hair that I had originally - photograph by Mark Luscombe-Whyte Reproduced on glass in an antique dress, looking slightly alarmed, I had ...