Bio
Everybody knows that trademark Dougal Wilson shot, the moment where the storybook world he has constructed stutters, very briefly – a tractor drives past a pony dancing to Fleetwood Mac, interrupting the mood; a young girl performing ballet to the strains of Elton John’s ‘Tiny Dancer’ almost, but doesn’t, knock over a glass. The joy of such moments? The sudden rush that follows, when the real slips away, and the dream completely takes over.