Yesterday, Andy Burnham accepted the invitation of King Charles III to form a government, and became Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. Speaking outside Number 10 — no lectern, standing freely in the street in that unmistakably direct Northern manner — he promised a "circuit breaker for Britain." My warmest congratulations to him. It is a remarkable moment for the country, and, I confess, a quietly extraordinary one for me.
In December 2021, Andy sat for me in Manchester. He was then Mayor of Greater Manchester, freshly re-elected, and already carrying the nickname the press had given him during the pandemic: the King of the North. What struck me in that sitting was the same quality the nation has since come to know — an authority rooted as much in conviction as in connection. With his elevation to the premiership, that portrait takes on a new weight. Andy Burnham becomes the fifth British Prime Minister to have sat before my lens.
Andy Burnham: The King of the North Enters Downing Street — The Fifth Prime Minister of My Career (Rory Lewis Photographer)