A lot has happened to Blondey since 2013. He is now 21 years old, on the cusp of turning 22—although, by his own admission, it feels more like 32. A weariness has crept into his demeanour. This replaced his earlier shyness. In between there has been drunkenness, obnoxiousness, coke bloat, fragility, vulnerability, charm, humorousness, imperiousness, kindness, intelligence, honesty —and sometimes all of the above, all at once. Along the way, he lost a front tooth—he can’t really remember how—and people have watched him being knocked over by a black cab many hundreds of thousands of times. He’s gone from Bambi to ennui, you can see it in his eyes; it’s all in the pictures.
—Jo-Ann Furniss