A Month of Microphones

The grip gave me calluses.

Normally they are the outcome of an overdose of pitchforks, potato picking, barbells or too industrious tar-boiling. Mine came from never letting go of the microphone – and no, it was not karaoke.

It started out with a smile and some old school Hollywood glamor.

Photo: Thomas Engström

During January I’ve been interviewing everything that moved.

From old school Hollywood, via Norwegian stand-up artists performing during constant Muslim death threats, to new style Swedish actors and slightly older True Blood vampires, none has escaped my right hand.

Not even being a furry four legged French racing champion, a Swedish Shipping Queen or a Finnish hard worker afraid of words has found mercy when it comes to being put on the spot.

Young Mr. Bill Skarsgård and the iPhone version.

Photo: Thomas Engström

Double Prix d'Amerique winner Franck Nivard. It's always easier interviewing people with a fear of microphones when wearing blue fox.

Photo: Lars-Ove Pettersson.

The sad sight after a month full of abusing.

Photo: Thomas "Blomman" Blomqvist

If you anytime during this February run in to me holding that metallic machine, please do me the favor…

And another bunch in a mix of meatballs and Academy Awards...

Camera & Editing: Thomas Engström

… and shove it deep down my throat!

// T.