REMEMBERING DAVID: (Left to right) Ian Spagnuolo, Meredith O’Shaughnessy, Jason Domino and Ignacio Labayen de Inza
Photography Nigel Brunsdon, Markus Bidaux
M y first introduction to David Stuart came through a mutual friend, Meredith O’Shaughnessy. It was the early 00s and Meredith and I ended up back at David’s flat in Covent Garden after a night out. I couldn’t tell you where we had been, other than it had no doubt been a wild one. “His flat was the centre of the universe,” Meredith says of a hedonistic period firmly in the past. “We thought we were eternal.”