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.

There’s something wonderfully ironic about meeting an artist called Dead Format in a world that seems increasingly obsessed with the new. New tech, new trends, new ways to make everything faster, shinier, and somehow less tangible.

I'm at Print Club London. It’s my first time screen printing, and I’m trying to act like I know what I’m doing, nodding wisely to someone who may as well be speaking another language.