It’s nice when something concrete blossoms out of blogworld, where everything takes two-dimensional form only through conceptual electronic synapses, to stave off its impending existential meltdown. We’re gonna get off the internet for a second and go to Tim Barber’s Tinyvices book series launch tonight so we can feel human again.
New Yorkers love to shit on LA but guess what, I just went there for my first time to curate the Vice 2008 Photo Show and it was awesome. I officially call bullshit on East Coast/West Coast wars. But I guess I had an advantage because I was staying with my kooky pals Mr. Hodgepodge and Miss Lizzi—who are both featured in this awesome new book, Vintage LA, so I basically got a whirlwind tour of all the fun and kitschy stuff that author Jennifer Brandt Taylor writes about in this handy guide for sightseeing weirdos.
Outlaw-artist and whorehouse philosopher Jonathan Shaw is preparing to ejaculate his new novel Narcisa: Our Lady Or Ashes on to you all come July 1st 2008. This is just another slab of hate, sex and fear brought to you by the fine people at Heartworm Press. Shaw, a legendary tattoo artist, former friend of Charles Manson and current friend of Marilyn Manson, has woven a vicious stack of pages together about a drug addled maniac of a Brazilian Prostitute that is sure to tighten the sack of many a jaded man.....
Thomas Jeppe from NowNow has curated a group photography show called 'Neverness, Part 1' that will be showing in Melbourne for one night this Friday and opening in Sydney the following Thursday for two weeks. Featuring work by both international and homegrown artists, Linus Bill, Thobias Fäldt, Conor O'Brien, to mention but a few, you would be a fool or a bogan to miss it. MELBOURNE Friday May 30 6pm-9pm, Right Angle Studios, 6/252 Swanston St, City.
SYDNEY Thursday June 5 opening night 6pm-9pm. June 6-22, Black & Blue Gallery 302/267-271 Cleveland Street, Redfern
We’re sure by now you’ve heard of the new book about the world’s most insane tattoos, No Regrets: The Best, Worst, & Most #$%*ing Ridiculous Tattoos Ever (Grand Central Publishing), compiled by longtime Vice pal Aviva Yael. It’s been getting so much press everywhere that we feel like a bunch of Last-Place Larries writing about it now, but anything for our Veevs. Even Howard Stern talked about it! Except he called Aviva a guy. Isn’t he all Jewish? Doesn’t he know a nice Jewish girl’s name when he hears it?
You can't walk ten paces around the East End without seeing a picture of a girl hugging a Polaris missile or Ronald McDonald
humping a Dyson. The streets have been assualted by smug 'pranksters' stenciling their political concerns on buildings and scampering off
before the police can smell their
paint/pretension.
Let's pretend that the zany "Heavy Metal Fun Time Activity Book" isn't just another example of the infantilization that's happening to adults today. Instead let's enjoy it because it's a wonderful way to pass the time, perhaps on a rainy day, possibly in the bathroom (if you're the type to keep a pencil handy), or during a road trip. The intro is penned by Andrew W.K., which is a sure sign of success and hilarity. And at times it can be thought provoking. That is to say, who hasn't felt like colouring in a drawing of Rob Halford?
Ho-ly shit, the new issue of Titty City just came out and it is as good as the first issue, but also better. The paper's thicker, the xeroxing looks like it was done on an up-to-date machine, and they've gotten the tits-to-ass-to-male-ass ratio pretty much down to an exact science. The guys behind it also got their shit together enough to start a website, tittaycitay.com, which, now that we've checked it out (between writing the first part of this sentence and this part), has a half-decent blog. We know the $10 price tag can be a bit of a rub, but if you're really strapped for cash you can always just do like we did and start a successful magazine and they'll send you a copy for free.
If you’re anything like us, all this n-word funeral business from last week
has been weighing pretty heavily on your mind. We’d been doing some serious
soul-searching after Monday’s burial, trying to reconcile the intentions of
the event with its actual effect on language and racial politics and put the
whole deal into its proper perspective, before it suddenly dawned on us that
David Lee Roth had cut through all the attendant emotions and misperceptions
and “laid it straight” a good ten years before the fact in his book Crazy
From the Heat. We’re starting to think it’s a solid possibility that he
earned his nickname not from the brilliance
of his early 80s performances, but on account of the diamond-like clarity of
his worldview.
We didn't realize MySpace had its own book club/page, but apparently they do, and look who made it into this month's featured reads. That's right, our own Dear Diary, sandwiched right between Christopher Hitchens and the autobiography of the guy from Korn who became Christian (which is going to be amazing, PS). Check it out, their semi-literate commenters even put ours to shame.
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