If you visit Peckham and you manage to fight your way through the battalions of mummies brandishing strollers and skinflints queuing for a freebie at Honest Burger, you might find yourself at the Peckham Springs bar. If you do, have a look around. You might spot some of this lot, who graciously let me snap them and then juxtapose their streetstyles with some latrine interiors. It’s making a deep statement. About capitalism. Or the environment. Or something.