Onoffice magazine

    Robin Lee is standing at the gate of a grotty east London mews. He’s squinting up at the address, presumably trying to figure out where the hell he is. (Meeting the onoffcrew for a photo shoot under the arches of a railway line, as a matter of fact, but he’s a bit late.) When we wave him through, Lee’s anxious look melts away and he extends his hand. “I’m Robin, I’m so sorry I’m late,” he says in…