Psyched. 288 pages of teeth-grinding, lip-biting, yes-thank-yous.
David Choe sometimes comes off like an asshole in interviews or the things he says, but I think that's part of his appeal. That, and his kind of intense and dirty style. Juxtapoz recently did a feature issue on him, and it definitely co-erced me into loving the artist-myth he's built up around himself. But again, is the persona behind the artwork even that important? However you feel about him, charmed or appalled, the work he creates can be separated from that.