It had been 10 years since I had seen Martin. We met in ‘89 in Portugal. A couple years later he spent a summer in Vancouver where he painted my parents house, partied at Peach Fest, made some skim boards for West Beach and checked out Tofino all before heading off to Hawaii to assist a photographer and windsurf daily. Bastard!

We kept in touch for a little while and our memory gets foggy but the last time I had seen Martin was in Berlin where we got jumped by a bunch of English soccer fags hooligans. Martin lost a shoe as he vacated the McDonalds in search of the police while I got a sucker punch and dropped my milkshake. That was the last I had seen of him cause about 30 minutes later I was on a train bound for Amsterdam as I nursed my sore chin sans milkenshaken.

It was awesome to see Martin again. Here for the annual fashion show called Bread and Butter which is the largest show of its’ type in Europe and it is basically a 3-day party that was capped off by the Vice Magazine party.

Martin, thanks for the wicked silver Schmooves , the T for Shanti, and thanks for the hospitality while you were here. Next time let’s not wait 10 years!

The corporate Bread and Butter site with more pics is here.