There was just one boy in this class I photographed in the north of England in the early eighties. He was every bit as serious as the girls and the class itself was very strict. In several photographs I attempted to capture him entirely outnumbered by the girls. I think he was more aware of the camera than the girls – or perhaps while their role as ballerinas was a traditionally acceptable, even desirable one for the girls, in those pre-Billy Elliot days it was not the same for the boy. Having said that, I find that my eye goes again again to the girl at the front, for her elegance, self-possession and beauty.