Home sweet booby trap.
There are the trademark frozen deer-caught-in-headlights poses; meticulously-rehearsed frowns and sour pouty lips; and perhaps the occasional off-the-cuff portraits that catch rock stars at their best at that rare moment of spontaneity.
But sometimes, all it takes is just that one precious moment – a simple shot taken at the right frame at the right time – that quickens your heartbeat, makes you go weak in the knees, sets off some fireworks hidden deep within, stops the hands of the clock from slicing through time, and sends you round the universe and back again.
It also raises the temperature – and not just that of the weather.
Wicked bass line? Another killer single? Hipster video? Potential album of the year? Who cares? Whoa damn, Mr Turner – I think you have just killed me right there and then.