If you’ve ever wandered through East London and caught sight of a burst of colour that seems to wink at you, something part comic strip, part album cover, part childhood memory, you might have stumbled across the work of Carl Stimpson.

Childhood is often remembered as a blur of colour, play, and imagination. A time when toys, doodles, and family keepsakes seemed both...

I once knew a boy called Mike. I first met him in 1994, on a damp and dreary Saturday in Holland Park, London.