Getting into my sci-fi again lately and beginning to realise there are a lot of classics I haven’t read yet, like The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury for starters (it’s in the post). Basic gist is that there are 18 short stories in the book, all tied together by the fact they exist in the form of tattoos on one man. The still above is taken from the 1969 film of the book. If you like your retro-futurism, check out the trailer.

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Hori Smoku Sailor Jerry from IndiePix on Vimeo.

This beautiful photograph taken by my mate Graeme Fraser of another Brighton local is doing my head in. I know I’ve seen these birds before… Adrian (or somebody), can you help me out?!

Audio slideshow & more about the tattoo remains below here.

Wellcome Collection
183 Euston Road
London NW1 2BE

Until 26 September. Free admission. Nice place.

It has been over a week now that I was in Barcelona for a long over due visit with some OGs and checking out Barcelona 080. It’s been a non-stop flow since I’ve returned to New York helping out our family over at V who are tirelessly producing what must be a record number of shoots in a record short period of time for the upcoming issue of VMan, shooting with our crew over at Public School who are gearing up for a new buying season, enjoying our UK/stateside posse that is now the Worldtribe that is M.I.A. as we collectively conjured up a deadly electrical storm under the moonlight on Governor’s Island, and a meeting with my favorite creative director, “Invisible” Macs Iotti, and a handful of designers who are already in the throws of New York Fashion week. This combined with the regular chores of credits, edits, and accounting have made for little rest in the testing heat of late July in BedStuy. Thankfully, life is a never ending work in progress and I know our friends in Barcelona know this, nonetheless, postings of 080 have been pending and I am just now kicking off what will be a weekend of postings from Barcelona’s fashion week with a few inspiring tattoos I spooked during the event.

Props to my man Isreal and his girl who drove me up to the sleeping giant for an all out carnivore fest at Boris and Lilly’s Belly R+B mountain maison.

‘Red’ Rob Preston lives in Sweden but when he’s in London he has the good sense to find his way to The Pride of Spitalfields. (Hello, Rob).

an amazingly beautiful series our dear Adrian Wilson shot.
Soon to be found in the Online features section!…