My good friend and artist shardcore has painted a portrait of me which I like very much. It's kinda terrifying to look at (as this is *not* how I have (until now!) seen myself) but I now see not only how acurate it is technically, but he seems to have "caught" me.



It's interesting to come face-to-face with how you actually look to others. Scary but fun.

It's in the window of his gallery in Brighton. I hope it doesn't cause any accidents for passersby. Let me know if you see it.



I think we get the faces we deserve. Those wrinkles are the result of a lifetime of laughing; I wouldn't trade them for anything. Fuck knows what happened to my hair but I'm sure I earned it.

What's a little narcissism between friends?