The Enterprise has a small photographic gallery at the back of the pub that is sponsored by a local photographic printer, Danny Pope of Matchless Prints in Lambs Conduit Street.


Michael Stipe
Munich
I had met Michael twice before, once driving round London in an old sportscar with Natalie Merchant, and once in Athens Georgia when we had sat up all night in his house talking. It had belonged to a tiler who had used up all the tiles he had left over from jobs on his home. Every surface was covered with a patchwork of odd sections of ceramic.
In Germany, Michael wanted a picture of the whole band, but Peter Buck was taken ill and had to be taken to hospital. The next day Peter still wasn’t better, so he wrote the names on his hand for the picture.

Patti Smith
New York
Patti had just finished her first record for ten years, and had come in to New York for the day for an interview and pictures.
As we were about to begin she received a phone call from the hospital to say that Robert Mapplethorpe was about to die and wanted to see her. She had to leave immediately, but there was a delay while the taxi arrived. She came back and said she would stand for her portrait until it came.

Nick Cave
London
Nick arrived for this portrait which was to be for his book. He had not been to my flat before, and seemed quite bemused by the chaos of books and pictures and objects everywhere. He said almost nothing for an hour while he walked round slowly, staring at everything. After tea, we made this picture.

Shane MacGowan
London
This was at Filthy McNasty’s Whiskey Bar in Islington. Shane was in one of his less conversational moods, but he is used to me and I to him, and I worked happily. I always find him fascinating to photograph. There is every dimension, from philosopher to poet to madman to explore, and nothing is predictable. Often it is necessary to spend all night drinking before beginning.

Thom Yorke
London
The band were staying at a hotel in Kilburn when this photograph was taken. It was cold, and I shot by daylight. I liked Thom immediately.

Sinèad O’Connor
London
I had been called by her record company to arrange the shoot, and Sinead had said she would like to do it at her home. This presented the woman at the record company with something of a dilemma, as she was adamant that she could not give me Sine'ads address as it was highly confidential, but at the same time hadn’t worked out how she was going to get round this. Finally, she settled on the idea that she would send a car to collect me and take me there, but without telling me where I was going. Clearly, she would not have lasted long at MI5, but it seemed that the solution made her happy. She asked me for my address so she could send the car, but my response sent her into a paroxysm. “Who gave you that address?” she demanded. I paused for a moment. “Ah.... that’s my address...” I said. “No, the address you just gave me, who told you it?”. “Well, I live here... nobody gave me it, it’s my home!”. She became more and more perplexed and enraged, and finally hung up on me.
It transpired that Sinead had moved into the flat two floors above mine a few days earlier. She came down for tea and I shot the portrait.

Kurt Cobain
Seattle
This was the first picture published of Kurt in Europe. It was taken while Nirvana were still playing in small clubs and making independent singles. He was very earnest about his music and had no idea of the machine that is the music industry, that would ultimately destroy him.