Vito Fun went to Japan a few months ago—most likely for some shady business—and sent us back these photos from his trip.
300 police emptied it at midnight.
It makes me feel a little awkward. And it makes you look like a creep.
They'll make you consider becoming a hermit too.
Anna Skladmann got tired of photographing spoiled, nouveau riche brats.
A paradise where dreams go to die.
Summer by the Baltic Sea looks pretty gloomy.
Forty-five percent of Saudi Arabia's population is female. Ironically, these ladies control an estimated $11.9 billion of the nation's wealth but are denied rights that most women take for granted: They are forbidden from voting (until 2015),
VICE threw a party with Wildfox at the Hyde Bellagio for all of the lonely hearts who had to be in Las Vegas on Valentine's Day for the fashion trade shows. Check out the photos.
Is my camera broke or am I on drugs?
Dog balls look really weird on LSD.
For Valentine's Day, photographer Motoyuki tells us about the lost relationship that spawned his beautiful photo series "Lovesody."
In this episode of Picture Perfect, VICE visits Ziyah Gafić in Sarajevo to discuss his book Troubled Islam, a look at the conflict in the Muslim world, and other projects. We then travel on assignment with Gafić to Saudi Arabia, where he's…
The first-prize photo, as deemed by an esteemed academy of people who know a lot about pictures.
Dogs are cute as shit in general, but when you dress them up in S&M duds designed by Asher Levine, the adorability factor is multiplied by infinity.
People donate some weird stuff to charity shops.
I hung out with a bunch of gypsies in Istanbul as the government destroyed their homes to make way for yuppie condos.
And people can tell that you don't.
Photographer Jacob Aue Sobol transforms everyday interactions into moody compositions that make everything he shoots look like a snapshot from some harrowing WWII tale.
Ian Markell walks softly and carries a big camera.
Our Christ-a-Go-Go article from the December issue has risen! Behold, more photos of Africans worshipping inside an abandoned slaughterhouse in France.
After a brief hiatus, our blog of petty photographic grievances is back, back, back, and we thought we'd dedicate the first post of the year to your feelings. Which you seem to have a lot of.
And they were beaten with bricks and sprayed with tear gas until they had to go to the hospital.
I met two lovely transsexuals on Hollywood Boulevard and now we're BFFs.