When not weaving between kids with oversized mountain bikes at Stockwell skatepark, French’s days are fueled by tea and only the most brutal of death metal, clattering out morbid illustrations for a long list of clients including only the realist skateboard brands and genuinely evil bands.
We took a visit to his brand new and un-assuming studio in the depths of South London, or Surrey or wherever the fuck it is, to have a peak at his latest drawings, his preparation for a show in LA at the Cerasoli Gallery with Derek Albeck, and to generally hate on East London jazzers.
Click next page for studio stills and French’s top 5 skate vid parts.
