From the infamous Von Kev Sessions in Clapham. A lesson learnt: never talk your photographer mate, no mattter how talented he is, into taking a photo of you trying to act like the subject in an Austrian Symbolist painting by Klimt. Even if it is in black and white, well composed and executed - you still end up looking like a pretentious twatter. Note the cellotape keeping my fingers together to stop me scratching my eyebrow. Nice waistcoat.