"I don’t remember the moment when I took the image of Hunter’s desk. I was lucky though, because you have everything there, the cigarette, his iconic holder, and primary tool for writing: his hands. This was not long before he died, and you can see the arthritis creeping into his fingers. He sat in front of his typewriter every day but was not particularly prolific; there was always an outstanding paper due, a half-finished book, always behind, forever late. It was messy when I was there, and his publishers often pulled their hair out because they couldn't get him to perform. But here, in this intimate shot (I would have had to stand over him for this angle) you can see his intensity, joy and commitment to writing." For issue 31, Chloe Sells recalls her time with the singular writer Hunter S. Thompson. Full story in bio, artwork courtesy @studiochloesells