What's on the end of your stick, Vic?!

As our studio space gets organised I'm getting around to doing things I've been putting off for ages. One of them is scanning in a load of old photos, magazine pull outs and postcards that when I was a young student in the early 90s I used to cover up the magnolia and woodchip of the many bedsits and house shares I lived in. At the time, the things I covered my walls with meant a lot, especially when I was abroad on my own. I think I've moved house over forty times in my life and for years these two have been with me everywhere - York, Brighton, Hungary, Lyons, Italy, London, Leicester and now back where they sort of started, in Worthing. Originally an article in The Face I think, the images are a bit dog-eared from all the blue tacking, but I still love them and the plan is to spruce them up and find a space for them in our new house.