Some things just make memories, leave an indelible mark on a part of your life. I remember gourging myself with oranges on a hot summer day in Potch, under a tree on a Saturday, with my tape deck blasting some 90’s music. I remember reading my favourite magazine at the time The Face.
I don’t remember how The Face landed in my life but it quickly became an obsession. Riveting reads, impeccable content, vibrant visual feasts, and an alternative way of thought from what seemed to be a whole other world, London.
So this is a tribute to The Face, provocuteur of my thoughts! 1980 -2004
