juxtapozer

A million years in the monochrome past when I lived in the arctic hellhole of Aberdeen, Scotland, I fervently frequented a great comics shop called Plan 9. In an otherwise remote and conservative city, Plan 9 was a conduit to counterculture. The owner managed to get imports of all kinds of amazing stuff: Robert Crumb, Al Columbia, Optic Nerve (Adrian Tomine), Daniel Clowes, Juxtapoz, Jim Woodring, all these great things that I still love were introduced to me by scouring the corners of this inspiring place and steadily blowing my student loan.

Now some number of years of hard slog later I’m twatting about NYC with attractive ladies and attending cool art openings and dodging just-about-famous people and the like. How do these things come together?

In my absurd pleasure at being even tangentially associated with Juxtapoz magazine. See if you can spot my fizzer over on their site. Shirt by CULT Clothing of Edinburgh. JUXTAPOZER.

Might as well mention I nearly ran over Ethan Hawke on my street again today on my new Vanguard. He was with some heavily pregnant burd and a tatty looking dog and talking what sounded very much like pretentious bollocks.