i used to write in my sketchbooks and notebooks about escaping all the time and the constant desire for freedom and spent my life trying to do it. with alex we used to spend all our free time in central london running around between trafalgar square and occupy at st paul's. we would take flowers from the bins of a posh hotel and give them away to the men in the city to cheer them up from their sad days. this felt like freedom. we didn't do well at documenting that beautiful year together but a couple of years ago we found the bins were still there and recreated a bit of it