so here is my denim, similar to she one’s it also is auto biographical. it traveled roughly 250.000 km on planes with me, sat may 2000 km on a bike, saw paint, concrete, sweat and more. it lasted through one marriage and saw the turkish guy who sews it together every time very often. it […]

Black coffee. I won’t answer my phone, use public transport, hold a conversation, pay my rent, consider the grave state of international politics, kiss my girl goodbye, or look at a screen until I’ve had coffee. No great shakes, I’m not fussy, it can be cheap, instant, ground, whatever.  

I only really started drinking coffee a […]

Flipping the horns. 
It’s over.
Flipping the horns is the new ‘inverted commas’ of drunken hand signals. It’s lost any of the meaning it used to carry when people actually feared the Devil (Capital ‘D’) or rock music or youthful rebellion and has become a hackneyed cliché suitable for any photo-moment - Barbecue at your Brother-in-Law’s? Horns. Baby […]

I’ve been in the studio the last couple of days working on some pieces for the coming group show at Recoat.

…It’s been a while.