I'm in love with his magazine cover for Little White Lies this month.
I saw a poster for it in central London yesterday and nearly ripped it off the wall.
It reminds me, back when I was a student my university trip was to San Francisco. I couldn't afford to go, but the class went and met Michael Gillette. Someone recorded the hour-long interview on a camcorder, and I've totally got a copy of the tape on DVD somewhere. I used to watch it repeatedly back in the day.