20/07/18: If you were to wander into the Royal Vauxhall Tavern on a Saturday night, having not yet heard the word Duckie, you’d be in for a confusion so profound you’d feel the need to sit in a dark room and reflect. As always the performances were all kinds of crazy, not helped by the steady stream of shots that kept pouring out of the bar. Like a compact little box of curiosities, Friday at the RVT is always a blinding array of shiny chachkies and broken toys.
The Royal Vauxhall Tavern, 372 Kennington Lane, SE11 5HY
Photos by [HAWT!]Photography
