Some time during October 2015, I became intrigued by an enigmatic shop front just off Brick Lane. I was cold and wet and wondered if this mysterious place could provide shelter and an opportunity for a photographic project. Perhaps a book, RPS distinction or an exhibition? Consent was needed from the owners and this was duly and willingly given.
I undertook not to disturb the artists at work. "What can't I do". "Don't touch anything especially the clients". Hygiene of course is paramount.
Since then four other parlours have permitted me to develop the project and I have universally met with cheerful cooperation. One artist has asked if he could paint my picture, well, I could hardly say no. It hasn't happened yet but I am sure it will. The breaking of my tattoo duck is under consideration. I have an idea. "Where could it go where the wife won't see it?" "That depends on how well you know your wife!"