Every now and then I do a job that I wish I hadn't. This was one of those jobs.
I locked my bike to the railing outside the cafe and and crossed over onto Haggerston Rd. It was a beautifully warm sunny May day. I was looking for the Meadham Kirchhoff studio. As I scanned the row of assorted warehouse doors and grilles a painfully trendy, and highly colourful young man walked out of his studio towards me. This had to be one of my subjects! I asked him if he was part of the Meadham Kirchhoff team. He very dismissively acknowledged that he was, grudgingly let me in, and told me to go upstairs...