About.

I still remember being called into that room at 15. A careers advisor sat across from me and, instead of asking who I wanted to become, he told me who I should be. Hair and beauty, he said—because my grades might not carry me any further.

I didn’t have the words then to explain how patronised he made me feel, how wrong it felt to be reduced to a prediction.

So I said nothing.

I took the leaflets, walked out, and held my thoughts quietly, but tightly.

Because somewhere inside, I already knew.

I would lose myself in magazines—pages of Vogue and Elle—studying every image as if it were a language, the cool, effortless presence of the models.

The light, the composition, the attitude.

The bold colours, the intimacy, the stories hidden in a single frame.

It all stayed with me.

That was where my voice began to form—quietly, but clearly.

I didn’t follow the path that was suggested to me.

I followed the one I could feel.

I created. I experimented. I learned. I kept going.

And somewhere along the way, without asking for permission, I became exactly what I had imagined back then—

Amy Weston | Photographer