I’m having a brew in the local caf.
In bursts Mattie, a say it as you see it kind of guy.
‘Do us a favour mate.’ He says. ‘I need some photos for the BBC, portraits, the real me.’
‘Ok’ I says.
We went to his place, house a recording studio, full of instruments. We go to the kitchen, he puts the kettle on, T.
He’s prolific, is Mattie, a skewed view of the world, categorised as uncategorised, something a bit, a lot different. He’s a bit, a lot different.
‘Right mate he say.’ He says, sitting down in the eating area. ‘How we gonna do this? They said they want something real, that shows the real me.’
I click the shutter and say.
‘No probs, I got it.’