This photograph is an unapologetic nod to Steven Knight’s hugely popular 1920s British gangster series Peaky Blinders. With satanic chimneys belching smoke and cobbles awash with industrial grime, the period drama brought hellish industrial UK into our living rooms but did it with an admirable swagger and aesthetic genius. The anomaly of Peaky Blinders is that cinematography made hell look attractive. My creative leaning was to twist the narrative a little. Cillian Murphy owned every scene in the series, but what if the leader of the gang was a woman? Most of the women in the series were depicted either as objects of lust or familial loyalty rather than agents of their own destiny. In my mindset, there was only girl for the role – the irrepressible force of nature that is Cara Delevingne. She owns this scene, just as Cillian did in the series, and that says it all. There was a big cast that day and everyone played their role. It only takes one person to kill the vibe, and that evening everyone did a grand Peaky Blinders job. Maybe some of my extras have missed their vocation in life.