Chris was at the pub with friends one night when a mate pulled out a crisp that was his doppelgänger. At the end of the night Chris carefully wrapped the crisp and took it home. Two years later he was packing up for a move to New York and rediscovered it, still safely wrapped. He wrapped it up again and took it with him. He was in the States for six years, he’s now back in London – with his crisp. He has had it for twelve years. To the friends from that night at the pub he is now known as Crisp.

14 Aug 2011