Resembling East Berlin when the wall was still up, the city’s dreary glory is captured by photographer Jocopo Bessani. They feature his friends and random street bums in various states of consciousness, confused men playing with iPads like cats batting at moths, lots of tattoos, lots of nudity, and lots of blank walls.
It’s pretty easy to guess which one Jocopo is. He’s the one that kind of looks like a giant drug addled version of Hagrid. Accio beer bong!
See the gallery and read a little more about his coffee table book here.
Using the same textiles to create multiple items of clothing, Fairground’s S/S 2010 collection gives us options for both fabric and fit. There is a choice between I-can-see-your-vulva short, respectable-nine-to-five-gal knee-length, and my-legs-are-so-pale-they-will-give-your-eyes-sunburn floor-length skirts. There are some cute bum-grazing onesies that hitch up the side like running shorts, lots of cut-out dresses, and quite a few pairs of bathers that double as summer outerwear.
Window shop here.
Gorilla vs Bear. Rat vs Possum. Eagle vs Shark. Alien vs Predator. And now, Shark vs Bear.
Some of the best things in the human world are named after two unlikely animals battling it out with each other in a flurry of feathers and fur. Canadian photographer Shark vs Bear (homosapien name Kavin Wong) is a young guy who wanders about his home town of Toronto armed with a camera and a six pack of UDLs. Well, that’s what we can deduce at least.
See the gallery and relive the memories here.
Matthew Cusick (note: not this Matthew Cusick) has created faces that you can read in more than one way. Using cut outs of New York subway maps, atlases and other Americana routes, he makes images that would look just as good framed on your wall as they would be in your glovebox.
Check out the closeups here.
Take a trip to the magic not-so-far-away tree with Otto Bjornik’s nostalgic ink illustrations. Drawing on aspects whimsical folk law and mechanical drawing techniques, his intricate work sits somewhere between storybook illustration, superhero cartoon, and something you would find pinned on the back of a toilet door at your local yoga school.
You can see Joe Strummer writhing about on the stage’s wooden floorboards at The Roxy, surrounded by broken bottles and upturned amps. A photograph of Plasmatic’s Wendy O. Williams captures her flinging herself about the smoke, albeit without her infamous chainsaw and shaving cream.
Del Bozzio, from early 80s band Missing Persons, preceded Lady Gaga as the purveyor of crazy costumes. She often performed wearing little more than metallic plates and duct tape. Then there’s Su Tissue who fronted The Suburban Lawns, most acclaimed for their 1979 album Gidget Goes To Hell. Her vocal style is often attributed to merge Yoko Ono with Daffy Duck.
See Ann Summa’s Roxy and Whiskey A Go Go galleries and read about everyone in it here.
All you need to unleash your inner pyromaniac is a camp fire and a bunch of dead sticks. Scott Marr has taken this obsession with setting things on fire to actually create some seriously interesting art. Like a phoenix out of the ashes (oh God, we sound like a bad motivational video), Marr’s works combine a serious of techniques that we normally associate with the mentally deranged.
After drawing the outlines of his intricate, sinewy pieces, he uses a series of blow torches and soldering irons to singe layers off the canvas. This technique is called pyrography, and is a recognised art medium. Just don’t tell the arsonists.
Get flamed here.
Drunk girl on beach: “His name was Bundit Puangthong, and he’s this Thai guy who’s living in Australia now, and he does these weird mashed up traditional Thai paintings with monkeys and elephants and Gods and spewing dragons and stuff. Except, they’re not really Thai… They’re more like.. Woah!” she emphasises. “And there were these parts that were like Roy Lichtenstein! And others that were like D-Face! And, and, and, Tin-Tin was there too!!”
Patting her condescendingly on the head, you say it’s probably time for her to go home. She’s clearly pinging off her nut. Art like that doesn’t exist.
Well, not until you click here.
(my first article on Everett True’s new publication, Collapse Board)
You know those mornings when you stumble out of a warehouse as the sun is rising, grasping for your belt and your dignity? The mornings where you can’t remember the name of the person you’ve saved in your phone under ‘MAGIK HANDS’, nonetheless where your keys are?
Brisbane locals DZ are like that glorious strip of bubbling fried bacon that make your hangover worth it.
Still soaked from the beer and other relative juices from the night before, ‘Gebbie Street’ will remind you of where you have been. Like a welcomed slap in the face, its driving melodic thrash and backbeat undertones will bring you to a slow rise. It’s a song gurgling from a street in Brisbane notorious for its slow burn house parties and face-scraping skate hills.
Building off the success of the duo’s DIY fuzzy punk beginnings and subsequent run ins with the Queensland police department, this is the latest single off their debut EP, ‘Ruined My Life’. They’re playing a good handful of shows in the next month, including a Parklife slot. The plan is to get themselves over to New York, where the parties are bigger and there are more young girls’ lives to ruin. That is, if they’re allowed into the country.
Original article here.
Balint Zsako must be having some seriously funky cheese and a whole plate of oysters to himself before he goes to bed. Because this Canadian artist’s watercolour doodles (we mean that in both senses of the word) really are quite disturbing. The Hungarian-born artist sets up visual tales of lust and longing, and very, very, very, very, very long penises.
It makes that dream that I have about Bert Newton and his toupee seem a little bit more normal.
Compare yours to the gallery here.