When I lived in Forest Gate, east London, Sylvester was a neighbour. At Etty & Tyler’s, the motor cycle dealers, he shared duties with Bruno the Mastiff. Sylvester was front of house manager, with Bruno minding the workshop.
I used to visit often – first as a customer and later as a friend. One afternoon I found Sylvester basking in the sun, king of all he surveyed. With the warm frontal lighting, I just had to take his portrait. Quickly removing my rucksack and crouching down, I took three or four shots before he walked away. With its direct eye contact, for me this frame has captured Sylvester at his imperious best. Not surprisingly, close friends call him Top Cat.