Taking a step back I often wonder how I came to take certain photos. In the first case it was the hungover morning after Scott Edgworth’s wedding reception, at an old country house in the Cotswolds, telling The Gypsy that he wouldn’t dive into this murky, shallow pond for the lens of my disposable camera. The second one was taken while exploring a derelict flour mill (which is top ten on the wildest places I’ve been list). I love how it looks like The Gypsy and James Melia are clocking off after a day at the docks—it’s the docks themselves that have long since clocked off in this part of London.