A pair of flat-fronted trousers are modelled with a golf swing. A baggy pinstripe suit is rejected with: ‘I look like a creepy 1940s dude who’s about to marry his best friend’s daughter.’ ‘This is a bit “Clueless”, isn’t it?’ he says of a loud Alicia Silverstone tartan. If you’d stumbled across him at our photoshoot at the Horniman three hours earlier, you’d have found him making up character sketches to go with the outfits the stylist picked out for him. He blends stories and history and pop cultural references. ‘Because, like, my dad’s the best at driving and he’s got, like, a really good car,’ he jokes, mimicking the playground boasting he did as a kid. It was my great-grandparents’.’ Then he’s off again, telling us about him and his dad managing to drive up this 45-degree slope when it was covered with ice. ‘This is the road my mum was born on, in… hang on… hang on…’ We pass a row of classic 1930s suburban houses and his finger hovers at the window. We’re only travelling from one part of Forest Hill to another, but Marshall layers stories over even this short trip: that lots of gravediggers used to live in the area because of four nearby cemeteries, how his family history is tied to these streets. ‘This area’s my favourite, the views… Go round a corner or up a road and you get these huge spaces opening up to you. ‘I love the hills around here,’ he says, as the rest of the city rolls out into the distance.
KING KRULE ARCHY MARSHALL DRIVER
The Uber driver pauses at the top of the street, momentarily, before the car plunges down the hill into the south London twilight.
‘I told you it was really steep,’ says Archy Marshall, better known as musician King Krule, with only the barest hint of satisfaction.
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