The last time I checked Izzy had been holed up in his studios for the last 26 hours, what he was doing was anyone’s guess but at any rate I finally got Izzy to answer his phone. As I stumbled up into his massive studio I come across a man perched over his seventh floor [...]

Picture the scene: us, me and you clutching for dear life in the back of some 60 foot love machine called “Izzy’s Fuck Machine,” and the rambunctious  clatter of faux but brilliant glamour parading and swooning in front of Shaggy, Patrick McMullan’s personal photographer. Where we’re going hasn’t quite been announced, but all you need [...]