Now you can know exactly how many episodes of Mad Men episodes you need to watch before you "get it."
Getting UNESCO recognition would be good for the scene, but shouldn't the scene be good to get recognition?
Every once in a while you have one of those nights that exceeds every expectation you had. The kind of adventure that, while it's happening, you're pinching yourself to check if it's still real.
Did you miss the New York opening of our 2014 VICE Photo Show? Were you there, but continue to lie awake at night pining for that balmy July evening in Brooklyn? Well, good thing we made a video, because now you can relive it.
Sep 2, 2013
Last Thursday VICE hosted the opening of Richard Kern's "Some Famous People" Exhibition at the Old Paramount Building in Sydney. The show is a great retrospective of Kern's non-boob related work.
After weeks of planning, shooting, and dabbing, the first episode of my new Weediquette video series premiered on VICE to great fanfare—including a tweet from Snoop Dogg, which totally made me snoop my pants. Instead of reading a story this week, you can…
Giles Clarke is one of our favorite photographers. A few months back, he brought us some amazing imagery from the still-devastated island of Haiti, and for the next two weeks you'll be able to see that work in a gallery in Manhattan. We called him to ask
When you're talking to a friend, and you find out you were both at the same show years before you knew each other.
John Waters is one of my favorite filmmakers, writers, and speakers. Every time he says or does anything I think, "Wow, you are so smart and fun and I agree with everything you say. I love you."
Chris Nieratko's column about porn is being turned into a show. Rejoice.
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If you're hanging out in Austin, Texas this week, enjoying the perfect weather and planning out your "week of too many shows," we'd like to suggest two additions to your itinerary.
Nov 30, 2004
Just got back from Fugazi. Saw Cliff. Saw John. Saw Tyler. Talked to Bobby a lot. Saw Antonio. Antonio... his name just rolls off my tongue like Italian ices in 90-degree heat.
In the mid-'90s, New Jersey indie rock was in danger. The shoegazing movement started by those self-absorbed snaggletoothed Brits across the pond turned the scene into a bunch of bratty hipster suburbanites. Enter the 3.5 Megabytes.