Re-introducing Mikey Wright

Mikey Wright’s a gent you’ve seen plenty of. But we doubt you’ve seen him like this. Ink scribbled along his rib, a garage mullet cut by a stone, living in a granny flat up at Lennox Head. Not a sweet little weet-bix kid anymore. His style’s grown out of the four-to-the-beach. He’s left behind the pubescent weirdness, grown into his frame and found a bit of punk in his style. We dig. Best yet, he hasn’t lost his flair.