Much of my show is about a trip with my mum to the seaside town of Whitby, and a time she screamed into the sea. I wanted something that captured that childish feeling of the seaside.
The photo was actually taken in Margate, which feels a bit nostalgic, and is past its Victorian heyday. There is something melancholy about the beach house, and me sitting alone in it. Not to romanticise it too much; it stank of wee and I had to move old cider cans out of the way with a stick.
Ollie Harrop, the photographer, has a good eye for getting me to look a little bit awkward, which is what we wanted. I panic-bought the glitter windmill from a pound shop and I thought it looked a good kind of weird on a grown man.

Designer

Tony DeFeo for Zero Degrees West

Photographer

Ollie Harrop

Show

Robin Clyfan: The Sea Is Big Enough to Take It