I trugged a suitcase packed with my trusty Arri light and a Diana F camera, that I had just been given as a present, to the infamous Griffin Pub in the Eastend of London. The upstairs of the pub is this amazing musty, alive in wonderland / old mans underground poker room. Just me, myself and the ghosts shot away and got these vintage looking shots. Clash published them along with others as a series of squares on a page - I love it when a magazine listens to my ideas :)
