I WAS nineteen when I first came to Ibiza. I came like so many other hopeful workers on a cheap holiday with in the hope of finding a job for the summer. I spent all my money in sketchy West End bars in the first week, by week two my ex girlfriend had run off with Stan Collimore, the footballer famous for dropkicking Ulrika Jonsson in the face. I read about the hook up in a magazine similar to this one from my bunk bed in the campsite I was living in at the time; it wasn’t a fairytale beginning to my Ibiza story by any means. But then, as things have a tendency to do in Ibiza, everything changed very quickly. My first eye opener to the real Ibiza experience was Space Opening; it was 1999 and the terrace of Space was at the peak of its glory, there really was nothing else that compared to the energy and flamboyance of this place and time. Standing on that terrace in the sunshine among the beautiful people with huge jets inducing a collective rush with each passing it all began to make sense. This was ironically the same year that Home first began to curate Sundays at Space, later it went on to become We Love Space, that which my Ibiza journey would serendipitously lead me to. I told myself there and then that I would stand on that altar one day. As fate or determination would have it, I eventually found myself in the We Love family. I now run their record label, our first release is Portraits 001, a compilation series that comes out later this month with the first edition courtesy of Matt Playford. You can catch me warming up for Innervisions on the terrace for We Love Space on the 24th of July.