Mark Cawson was in his mid-teens when he came to London from Nairobi in the 70s. Charismatic and beautiful, he fell with little effort into any scene he came across. Everyone knew him as Smiler. The loose narrative he has written of his life skates across fashion, music and art, with heroin as the ribbon that ties everything together. If drugs were one relationship, his abiding passion was photography. He always took pictures, until he couldn’t anymore. Smack won.