I am a man.

In the eyes of society, my 6’1 lumber stands just like the aspirations of everyone else. I am a man. But what is it that defines me in my own way. What is my signature DNA composition that makes me different from the sea of souls caught in human traffic? Maybe it’s everything about me. Maybe it’s something. Maybe it’s nothing.

I know at best I’m a writer.

For a while I studied law. At present I’m in the process of starting up a fashion label, It didn’t take me long to realise that my expression is moulded out of the dynamic. A sentiment that runs with the ink of my pen.

My style I would say has been influenced by duels. From muddy streams of discreet villages, to smoke filled third world cities.   Now to contradict itself in the shadows of London’s monuments.

I’m jonny9 as I was christened sometime in September 1983. The 9 represents the number in line amongst my siblings.

My tapas dish of experience is what I put forward as my observation.

So do what it is you do in these moments.