Anton Corbijn

He was very happy to have a picture in the enemy.

So it was Elvis Costello and Johnny Rotten and all that, who had photographed in Holland.

I said, well, if I come to live here, would you give me some work?

He went, yeah, sure.

And on that vague promise, me and my gang girlfriend got our stuff together and moved to London.

And I went to the enemy again.

And he didn't recognize me, of course.

So I had to remind him, I said, well, you said you'd give me some work if I come to live here.

And he went, oh, yeah, yeah.

Then he walked into the offices of the NME, with very contradiction to the Dutch offices of the music magazine there.

This was all very clean and neat.

This was a total chaos, you know, loads of piles of papers on people's desk, people typing.

So he said, everybody, this is Anton.

He's a great photographer from Holland and anybody got some work for him.

And it became quiet and people looked over the piles of paper to see who this guy then was.

And then they slowly started to type again.

And one guy started to sing, I hate the fucking Dutch.

Apparently it was a song that I didn't know.

I hate the fucking Dutch.

But first of all, I hate the fucking Danes.