I was asked to document the building of six telephone boxes in Hull last month. Seemed a bit odd but as usual, I didn't question it.
I turned up to the 1884 car park (where the build was taking place) to find five of the six artists and collectives readily awaiting to...
Let's rewind for a moment.
It's 2001, I'm beginning secondary school, thrown into the deep end of education drowning in a pool of horrid, pointless subjects which I am NEVER going to need when I'm all grown up becoming a famous film director. Arithmetic. Maths. Mu...