Football became a prominent part of my day to day existence and I gravitated towards it’s heraldry. I aquired some books at the time which were much more graphically stimulating than those in my native England. The North American Soccer League didn’t have much promotion in the early days, but they understood the language of branding. The team logos were fun and colourful and their use of typography was really expressive and exciting. On Saturday afternoons, my parents would go out and I would do as they suggested, which was to draw. Nothing in the house much interested me, some odd figurines and some nice Rose cuttings which my mum loved.
My step dad always read The Sun, a sensationalist and fairly controversial English newspaper. I liked the big headlines on the back page, but I equally liked the topless women on page 3. I spent a lot of time copying their poses and studying their differences in body form. My parents would arrive home and ask what I’d been drawing, ‘ohhhhh, that’s nice’ and positive comments to be fair. I think they were taken aback at first.
In the summer months, Wimbledon tennis would be on the television. I took a liking to the trendy sportswear worn by the likes of John McEnroe and Ivan Lendl. Lot’s of people in the north-west of England were clothing themselves in Sergio Tacchini, Fila, and Lacoste sportswear as part of the burgeoning soccer casual trend sweeping street culture.