What makes us who we are? What makes us beautiful? What marks have the world left on us to help shape us into the people we become?
Looking at the marks across your skin, feeling the change in texture - the spots where your body has sewn you up itself. Protected you with each fibre of it’s mysterious power. Most people have some sort of little scar, and encapsulated in those lines is a story that only you can tell. They sit on our bodies, demanding to be noticed; yet remind us of the unpredictability of simply being human. Like a fingerprint, no two scars are the same. Like cryptic messages of the past, they wait like old friends to be embraced. No matter the source, whether it is the result of a horrible event or simply an error of clumsiness, there is no doubt that looking down at those indentations offer the wisdom of an unknowing force. 
For this exclusive series, Sophie Mayanne puts each boys’ individual stories before her lens. Rather than imperfections, scars should be seen as beacons of hope and perseverance. Your body is there to mend you; just like any issues we face in life, the blood will dry and your wounds will heal. The essential ingredient is simply time. Embracing the beauty of your past and the cracks left behind. One thing is definite, your scars divide you from the crowd. In the long term, this allows you to sink into who you are with authenticity; to truly show your story to the world. 

Grooming YUKO AOI
Styling Assistant ISABELLE SMEDLEY
Photo Assistant HANNAH NORTON


Above: All clothing by AGI AND SAM

Nicholas Sinclair at Named Models

On a night like any other, me and a few friends had planned to go out and on the way there a man on a motorbike got hit off his bike right next to me. Some other men got out of their cars to help him, so I knew it would all be okay. At around 30 minutes after arriving at the club, I could sense some tension between my friends and some other guys. Apparently there was an argument between the two groups before I had arrived, and eventually the tension grew to the point of barging and shouting. After the third encounter, it all kicked off.  A fight broke out and the bouncers escorted us all outside. By the time we got outside, the other guys had some friends waiting for us. There was only 7 of us and around 12 of them. 

It kicked off into an all out brawl in the street, and I saw one boy pull out a newspaper that had a long blade hanging out of it. I realised it was a sword, and he began to lunge at me with it. As I ran for my car and opened the door, I felt what was like a warm punch. I noticed the tip of the blade hanging out of my chest. It was then I realised it had gone right through me. 

The boy pulled it out and ran away. My friends were screaming all around, “He stabbed you!”. Immediately instinct kicked in, and I ran directly to where I remembered the man got hit off his motorbike. This was 0.3 miles from the club so by the time I arrived, from the running both my lungs were filled with blood and I was drowning. By the grace of God there was an ambulance crew still helping the motorbike man. They immediately dropped what they were doing and jumped up to help me. My house wasn’t far away so my friends drove and got my mother. She was the last thing I remember seeing before my heart stopped.

They resuscitated me five more times over the course of the trip to the hospital, and during my 14 hour operation. I had caught pneumonia from the open wounds so I was fighting both the illness and infection. Doctors had to put me into an induced coma for just over 4 months, and after waking up I spent another month in hospital. Once I learnt how to walk, talk, blink and swallow again I could leave. It was a long road to recovery, but after 4 years now I’m doing better than ever and I’m happier than I’ve ever been.

Above Left: Top by WAVEN
Above Right: Jumper by PRINGLE OF SCOTLAND

Connor Calder at Heroes Models

I was on a 125CC scooter driving and a car pulled out with no indication. The strap on my helmet wasn’t fastened up, when we collided it came off, and I went over the handles and landed on my face.

Kit Bodenham

When I was three years old, I was rushed into hospital and had an emergency operation that saved my life. I had collapsed as there was a tumour on my brain that had been missed by a number of doctors. They stapled my head closed and also gave me a spinal tap. In the removal of the tumour they had to cut away a small part of my brain, which affected my balance and the use of my left hand. So I received a lot of physiotherapy to help me walk again.

At 27, I still have some balance issues and slight learning difficulties that are suspected to be a knock on effect from the surgeries. I’m still finding out the stories behind when I was ill and it continues to have affects on my life. Last year I was diagnosed with PTSD, due to a separate event. I was told by my doctor that the trauma to my brain that I experienced when I was young, and the recent trauma could be linked to the PTSD.

I’m very proud of my scars, and deal with what I’ve been through by producing music, which I find therapeutic. I recently used my scar as artwork, and look to inspire others to talk about mental health and struggles by creating art.

Above: Top by BEYOND RETRO, Trousers by WAVEN

Luca at D1 Models

My scar is from when I was climbing a tree as a young child in a restaurant garden. My friend pushed me out, and my arm caught a sharp branch and was cut open fairly badly.

Above: Jumpsuit by ISSEY MIYAKE, Shoes by TOGA VIRILIS

Nile Goodlad at AMCK Models

I have Vitiligo, which is a condition that causes light patches of pigment all over the body. It began to manifest when I was about 10, and going into secondary school.

Above: Overalls by ROKIT

Josh Tuckley

When I was around 18, I started to get a back pain. This progressed and got worse and worse. Unfortunately the doctors said nothing was wrong with me until I was about 21, when they realised I had a problem with my kidney. That kind of explained why I felt like I was ill the whole time. I had to have an operation which has left me with this huge scar. It didn't quite go to plan so for two years I had to have seven more procedures. It was awful being so ill at a young age, but it did make me appreciate my new health and not take it for granted. Onwards and upwards now! 

Above left: Top by LACOSTE, Jacket by MATTHEW MILLER
Above right: Jacket by BEYOND RETRO

Stanley Mcdonald

While I was running towards a wooden block stage, I mistimed my stepping and lodging MDF into my face. I was driven to hospital and had stitches. 


Hugo Beazley at TIAD 

It happened during my pre school days, when I was young enough to just be at home all day. Our kitchen is on two levels, and I ran across the stone floor in a typically sporadic, childish way and fell face first onto the stone steps between them. My forehead and the stone impact immediately. My dad was ‘in charge’ at the time, and I sat on the loo with him holding my skull together with frozen peas in hand until my mum came onto the scene.


Kyle Strong at D1 Models

When I was 8 years old I was diagnosed with appendicitis and had my appendix was removed. The appendix is a blind ended tube connected to the colon. No one really knows what it’s for.

Above: Top stylist's own, Shorts by ADIDAS

Archie Redgate at Scallywags

I have two scars, the first one is on the back of my leg from when my dog was a puppy and he jumped up and scratched me with his claws. I also love boxing, but my knee is constantly scarred from wiping out when I do my tricks.

Above: Top by ROKIT, Trousers by STUSSY, Shoes by TOGA ARCHIVE

Samson Shepheard Walwyn at TIAD

Appendix Scar:
I had appendicitis when I was 15 and I had it removed. After my operation, they found a cancerous tumour on the appendix. They said there was a 90 percent chance it had all been removed.

Side scar:
Also when I was 15, I left my family on holiday to go and skate because I was angry we were in Wales. I went down a big hill and ended up hitting a cattle bridge at the bottom, which skinned my side. 


Oliver at Scallywags

I got my scar as I was running down a hill, and my knee got caught in a bike. So I went to the doctors, and my GP sent me to hospital. They covered it up and gave me sterile stitches, as well as a knee plaster.

Above: All clothing by KATIE EARY

Josh Jeffrey

I got my scar when I was just two years old. I was always at my mum’s side so when I disappeared she thought it was odd. When she came looking for me in the kitchen, I had turned the bin over and was sat on the counter holding the kettle. As she came towards me I pulled the kettle and poured boiling water over myself.

Words by Matthew Regan