Paris, Saturday August 3rd, 2002. I interview Malcolm McLaren at the studio where he's making new songs about the history of fashion. We're scheduled to speak for one hour, but end up spending ten hours together. He's the Marshall McLuhan of punk, with a disconcertingly articulate stream of monologue I struggle, occasionally, to interrupt. Later, after red wine, he gets looser and funnier, telling me tales of his meetings with Gainsbourg, Guy Debord, Russ Meyer, and the skinhead thugs from the Labour Party who warned him off pursuing his mayoral campaign.
You can read the interview in a forthcoming issue of American magazine Black Book.
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