Martin knew many people globally, he was a world citizen and, frankly, an oddball.

There was some uncertainty whether the tales he told were true, or tall. It didn’t matter, he was a force of nature, often infuriating, often cocky but always full of ideas on how he was going to make the world better.

I knew him while he lived in London, always talking about the 8 bedroom apartment he was going to rent in Kensington and flat share with several super models who ironed his shirts. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t, this is the enigma that was Martin Schaedel.

The loss of Martin in a light aircraft accident at Santa Monica airport leaves the world a lot less colourful and definitely more lonely.

Rest In Peace, Martin Scheadel.

Martin Schaedel, he hated having his photo taken

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