Havec

Havec
Oh, Havec. If only I spoke French I could tell the five people reading this all about your inspirations and influences. I could tell them why your style is that crazy, sketchtastic mess that it is. Or how you’ve worked with practically all of my favorite French street artists. I could ask you if you’d draw me up a tattoo, but not a tramp stamp or anything, because, you know, I’m a guy. A straight guy. Google translate is a pain in the ass, and everything comes out like an alien robot wrote it, which is basically what does happen. So we’ll just have to look at the pretty pictures, man. Which is all good, but still… the tattoo would’ve been nice.

Havec