Maxxx. As provocative as those last three letters in his name implies. Rock Star. Avant-garde. The red line on a race car. That’s Maxxx. The image I’ve posted here is one of his quieter ones, illustrating the deft touch that percolates beneath his surface at all times.
Very talented while at Brooks, one of those people who gave you an immediate jump in cred should he call you a friend, but none of the posturing bullsh*t that comes with it. More here.
