At 24, David Lindwall had no right to be bored out of his mind. He got paid to DJ at fashion parties, modeled – even though he’d survived some flesh-eating disease, lived in Hollywood and worked for Swedish menswear company J Lindberg.

A young and naive Lindwall had told Johan Lindberg he could throw a party ten times better for half the money and somehow that worked. He could but now his associates were the same people who threw shit parties, so Lindwall wanted out. He always believed that “fashion, hip-hop, power, rock ‘n’ roll” were one and the same thing.

First off, he fantasised, wasted time, surfed the net and watched conspiracy theory films on YouTube. Then he found a site he could deal currencies on, turning a web obsession into a money making hobby, and started to read-up on the world to figure out which way to bet on the dollar that day. Duly freaked out and confused, worried about the world, the corruption, his place in it, and the route to happiness, he started painting. Then the paintings dealing with the US government became T-shirts dealing with some pretty unique themes: our over abundance of freedom, the fear of time and unborn babies.