Gary Hume: the doors that unhinged the establishment
Telegraph.co.uk When I turn up at his London studio, Gary Hume is fast asleep. His assistant lets me in, and soon afterwards he shambles into view, rubbing bloodshot eyes. Wearing paint-splattered jeans, and with thick silver bristles flecking his face, he looks like he has spent a week getting well and truly wasted. In fact, [...]


