The English translation of écorché vif doesn't do justice to this French expression: "tourmented soul" is too lyrical and romantic. Un écorché vif is somebody who voluntary butchers his own soul. It's brutal. It's like putting the ingredients of your soul through a food processor, set on "shred." This is how, in France, they describe Le Prince Miiaou, the rising star of French rock music.
Chris Kerr possesses an air of watchfulness, borne perhaps from looking out into Berwick Street from the cutting board which sits at the front of his Soho shop. The spectacles he wears are of heavy acetate, the navy suit fitted with little give, the whole look rounded off by black brogues and a metal watch.