Queen Margaret

A balmy Monday afternoon and, in the quiet courtyard of Bloomsbury’s October Gallery, Margaret Clunie — hair slicked back, face wiped clean of make-up following our shoot — is talking me through the various stages of anxiety that a red carpet appearance induces.

‘It’s terrifying,’ she says, eyes widening. ‘They are all, “Over here!”, screaming your name because someone’s just told them. Then you get off the carpet and they’re like, “Who the hell was that?” And you think, “Thank you so much, I’m dead inside….” READ MORE

Photography by Laura McCluskey