The Great British Public House has for a great many years been a diverse centrifuge (an oxymoron if ever there should be one) of the mass populous. Grifters, artists, servicemen, business folk and intellectuals can at any time be seen rubbing shoulders with one another at the bar before retreating to their factions.
In today’s internet rendition of this tradition, there are a group of photographers sat in the corner discussing their trade; from current debates, to its history, contemporaries, their own work and their future plans.
Welcome to that corner, and to table forty-one.
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