November 2002, call from capper:- "titlow can you shoot larry clark for me, now, this afternoon??" me:- "err, yes!!! where?" capper:- "he's in a hotel in town, he got arrested last night for smacking some tartan film mogul and he'll only talk to vice about it" me:- "wow! cool, on my way"
so that's how I met larry clark - he was very cool, he did a quick interview in a cafe and posed for a few shots, but the piece didn't get past the mags lawyers -
this is the meat auction at campsea ashe in suffolk - apocalypse shopping experience - sleeting rain and plastic sheeting - picked up some mounted antlers for thirty quid in the second showroom - bought some very good bangers from the famous revett butchers in wickham market and a mini pheasant which is going in the crockpot this morning for seven hours -