One and only, Christophe Clébard is a disco-punk eruption of Italian origin and Brussels' address. He welcomed me in his bright apartment for what was meant to be a tattoo appointment and an interview at the same time. Just instead of a tattoo, I got a burger. And some strong (Italian) coffee. Amongst a pile of slightly disturbing kitsch possessions and lost and found objects, we talked about, well, pretty much everything.
From time to time, I could hardly distinguish his voice from the loud noise breaking in from the Boulevard Lemonnier, and the contours of his linen yellow shirt from the glow of the late afternoon sun.