Are you a young, gangly man who smells of smoke and carries a guitar around stained duvet and fag-end strewn flats? Do you find yourself in dingy basements covered in your own, and other peoples’ sweat most weekday evenings? If so, there’s a high possibility that you have been snapped by the legendary Hedi Slimane and added into his colossal online diary.
This seemingly infinite stream of high contrast, adrenaline fuelled portraits is like a three-day party, only this party is never out of focus, and the guests are all fawn-like, gaunt young men with a bag of drugs in their pocket and a modelling contract. This is one of the best corners of the internet, a rich archive of youth in the last five years, and Hedi deserves some kind of award for it.