When the lights go up on Jack Shepherd's In Lambeth, you could be forgiven for assuming you were looking at a biblical scene. A man and a woman sit naked in the branches of a tree, a tableau straight out of Eden, not south London. She has a book in her lap; he's picking out a tune on a tin whistle. All is serene.read more
SOURCE: The Arts Desk at 06:11AM on July 12, 2014