For this week's Mahal, I bring to you my Occupied Roll. On September 17th, Occupy Wall Street had its first birthday and all of my favorite lurkers came out to play. Now as a toddler, the movement continues to shit, sleep and scream.
Tonight in New York there will be a party for Richard Kern's book, '10:41.' We wouldn't necessarily call it a 'launch' party, as it was released last year. Richard tells us it will be more of a regular old party—or at least as much of a regular old party…
Sameet Sharma takes pictures of his friends partying, puking, having sex, writing things on walls, peeing in public, getting into fights, and lighting things on fire. We like them, but they make us feel old.
Sean Vegezzi is a young photographer from New York who enjoys hanging out in elevator shafts and getting cops to chase him through graveyards. His first photo-book, 'I Don't Warna Grow Up,' is about not warnting to grow up.
Artist and Designer Justin Blyth seems to have taken one too many acid tabs and is now lost on some sort of motorcycle tour lead by Timothy Leary of the weirdest parts of 1970s Los Angeles. And we are all better for it. Check out a sneak peek of his new b…
For the last little while, our pal Cynthia has been photographing the weirdest shit she's found at her job sorting donations at a charity shop in Massachusetts. Unfortunately, Cynthia is moving to Texas soon, so this will be the last installment of "What
When you're in the woods for a few weeks you feel your instincts guiding your actions more and more, especially when the reason you're there—among the bugs and the trees—is to build a dome for a site-specific art installation.
The first person I saw in the lot behind Roberta's, the Bushwick restaurant that hosts Tiki Disco, was a girl in a ripped up Buckethead T-shirt eating dried fruit from a plastic bag. I scanned the crowd and felt comfortable, because I only saw two fedoras…
Last year I pre-gamed for the West Indian Day Parade by checking out a J'ouvert party at 3 AM the night before. Everyone had warned us about gunfire, stabbings, and gigantic asses at the festival, but we decided to go anyway. This year was even wilder.
For more than 30 years, Charles Cushman documented his life with photographs. When he died, he gave them all to his alma mater, Indiana University. What archivists discovered was a unique portrait of Charles' world.
In Sidon, a coastal Lebanese city south of Beirut, a crowd of several hundred people gathered on Thursday night to protest "Innocence of Muslims"--the film created by right-wing zealots and a soft-core porn director that has sparked violent protests from