Sang Bleu is incredible. I once had the pleasure of working with a guy called Adrian Wilson. He was one of the coolest guys ever. I worked for this shitty agency who basically fucked people over and I hated it. But Adrian saw though them and didn’t work with them, he was way to cool. We ended up going to his incredible house, meeting his wife and he showed us some of his work and thats where my love for him began. We spoke about Tattoos and Music and his wife supplied me with enough wine and olives to sink a ship, it was wonderful. This was just before my 25th birthday and I remember him showing me the most incredible shoot he did with Alice Dellal for Sang Bleu and instantly I was like “whooohhhw” He clocked that I liked the image and we chatted about it. Anyway a few weks pass and he Adrian came into the studio holding a huge print. He then passed it to me and sang Happy Birthday to me. SHIT! He had got me a print of the Dellal image. I remember being a bit in awe of him. He was such a genuine nice talented and passionate guy. Unlike alot of the cunts I met while working in that industry. So this incredible print was mine, I remember waiting for the right day to take it home from the studio, not raining and not windy so it wouldn’t get damaged. I kept it laying flat on my wardrobe, right on the top. I lived with a bunch of crusty hippies in south london and they would have probably used it as roach of some stupid shit like that. Anyway this is where the story gets sad… The stupid fucking company I worked for got in loads of shit and couldn’t pay me. I had to leave, leave my flat, job and London. I had to grab all my stuff and my 5 month old puppy and jump on the train back to my home town. I left Alice on top of that wardrobe. When I got home it was too late, I’ve tried to get her back but I cant. Fucking gutted. She would look perfect hanging in my living room. Check out Sang Bleu Issue 6 here. An beautiful collection of imagery.