I arrived in London from Lisboa on August 1st 2008 after backpacking on shoestrings and a loaded camera across Europe. I ditched my comfy bed in ‘Canadia’ aka CANADA and more specifically Toronto, to start what was supposed to be a nine-month UN-paid internship at Suck UK.
After two months of starvation as an intern, Suck took a chance and hired me as their in-house product photographer. During those two months, working 9 to 6 from Monday to Friday left little time to make money and thus, survived counting the squares off my roll of toilet paper each day. I made sure to go for a piss before leaving work so I wouldn’t have to use more toilet paper at home. The only income I was making was working weekends at The Big Chill Bar (just off Brick Lane). Contents of my fridge were dire – you Brits aren’t big on a custom known as ‘tipping‘.
It was epic. It was tough.
It would make a great tragic story for someone I’m sure.
I shoot things because it’s habitual for me; and because there’s nothing else better to do when you’re stuck on an island filled with kebabs, booze, and alcoholics with poor tipping habits.
This is natural selection in the works, I’m simply testing out the theory. [2008]
