Nick is a poet and a thug. He defies expectations. His music is soft and gentle – he makes rainy day songs, some people say – but when you meet him in real life he feels tough. Real. Raw around the edges. And all of these in a good way. He tells funny jokes and looks good with a cigarette. On the day I photographed him we talked alot about music and he kept grinning like a child, his eyes lighting up again and again. I was so obsessed with his face that I forgot to photograph anything else. It’s an intriguing face that is capable of containing both seriousness and frivolity at the same time, even if it sounds impossible. Before I left he kindly gave me a copy of his album, and for two weeks after that his songs accompanied me as I drove from one place to another, the slowness of his music juxtaposing brilliantly with the high speed at which I travelled into the future.