I meet Jonny Banger in his studio in Seven Sisters, a vibey, unprettified bit of north London. His sumptuous, edgy, 3kg book – Sports Banger: Lifestyles of the Poor, Rich and Famous – is sitting between us. “It’s maybe for people who are artists but don’t call themselves artists. I still struggle to call myself that. I used to say I did T-shirts. Now I say: ‘I make things.’”
He and the subversive fashion collective he founded definitely makes T-shirts – sometimes with slogans that you understand with your gut before you decode them with your brain, at other times with a brand, subverted, rolled into a rallying cry (for instance, incorporating the Calvin Klein font – and initials – into a curse directed at the Tories).
