Taylor Wane
Taylor left a small town in the North-East of England at eighteen and entered a calendar-girl contest. One photo spread led to an agency offer. She packed for London and started posing topless. The work took her west to Los Angeles, where she bared her breasts for men’s magazines for more than a year. At twenty-one she stepped in front of the camera for adult films. Nine years later, in 1992, she moved behind it. Since then she has directed at least thirty titles, every frame marked by the same unblinking eye that once met the lens.
Taylor Wane
Taylor left a small town in the North-East of England at eighteen and entered a calendar-girl contest. One photo spread led to an agency offer. She packed for London and started posing topless. The work took her west to Los Angeles, where she bared her breasts for men’s magazines for more than a year. At twenty-one she stepped in front of the camera for adult films. Nine years later, in 1992, she moved behind it. Since then she has directed at least thirty titles, every frame marked by the same unblinking eye that once met the lens.
