My show opened last week at The Saatchi Gallery. It's mainly about London (and the underbellies of other cities), and in one of the capital's most iconic institutions. Yet I don't live here anymore. I moved up north so I could be with my son full-time but equally I'd had it with trying to find the space I needed to work and live London.
Personal experiences of hipsters are a far cry from Williamsburg, New York but instead it was like watching pockets of East London being swallowed up by a swarm of skinny jean wearing, flat white drinking locusts. As preened men were dubbed "Metrosexuals" and "scallies" evolved into "Chavs"; in my circle "Indie" became "Hipster".