I was going along Fournier Street with my friend, blathering on about Huguenots, the Brick Lane Mosque and various other things, and photographing a few details from the doors of the beautiful old buildings, when I spotted two rather distinguished looking gentlemen and two very young East-Asian girls across the road. I immediately recognised the gentlemen as being Gilbert and George.
I was about to lift my camera again, from my side of the road, when one of the young girls came running across to me with her little point and shoot camera and asked me to take a photo of the four of them.
Gilbert and George looked a little bewildered, but seemed happy to stand for the photograph. I handed the camera back and asked if I could take a photo of just them. They didn't say a word, just stood and posed for me. I thanked them and left them to it.
You can hopefully see from this photo how immaculate they both are. Not a wrinkle in those suits, ties or shirts. And they both have lovely skin - an odd thing to notice maybe, but also an odd thing to be so noticeable.
They do not separate their art from their daily lives so in effect, they are walking art. I imagine this has a lot to do with how they behaved.
I was absolutely delighted to spot them and to get this photo.