Its not that sort of squat darling. We eat anything as long as we didnt pay for it, theres a skip round the back of Tesco's where they throw the stuff thats only just gone out of date. Its all still in the boxes and everything. We listen to ironic gabba/bloodclot/mashcore, wear Raf Simons and are really fucking politically angry all the time, you know about the state of British Youth Culture and the commodified designer aesthetic.
Id love to collaborate with you, I was thinking we could have you holding a baby and only wearing knickers and army boots with 'Bernard Willhelm' scrawled on your tits.
As for the squat its definately the right location, I never shoot,paint,perform,design etc, you kow, generally CREATE, anywhere else. The atmosphere in there is just alive with controversial subversive values, and all the sincere anti-apathy aesthetics. We have covered one whole wall with found objects, the centre piece being an empty box of methodone with a story of love and homelessness scrawled on it.