City folk typically build country houses to relax. They fill them with soft colors and soft cushions and nothing to do. They paint them in pastels and go out there on the weekends to "escape" to the good life.
I'd been watching the pigeons circling over the rooftops. Their hypnotic synchronized movement touched something deep down inside, reminding me of pigeons coming home to their lofts in Brooklyn.
In 1989, Gavin Watson went from being a documenter of skinhead culture to being one of the only people who managed to operate a camera through the ecstasy haze that enveloped England that year.
Our photographer friend Stacey Mark's dad is really famous in Philadelphia. We know, to some of you that's like saying he's sexy to blind chicks. But Sid Mark is more than just a Philly radio icon.
Is there an anti-weed, an anti-heroin, or an anti-beer? Pharmacologically speaking, the answer is yes.
Some people look at watermelons and see art. They gaze at the fruit, judge its shape and ripeness, and think, "I shall carve into this melon, and by doing so, I shall release its soul."
John Copeland is a masterly artist who's as comfortable scribbling up a few amusing doodles in pencil on a napkin as he is detailing sweeping scenes with brushes and puddles of oils on a 12-foot canvas.
According to Martin, who is based out of the Australian Museum in Sydney, cameras aren't able to capture the anatomical detail he finds in his microscope.
In the late 90s, Dash was a graffiti writer known as Sace. He and Earsnot started the graffiti crew IRAK. They were the biggest vandals in the city. He was number one on the vandal squad's most-wanted list.
Johnny Ryan is that guy whose drawings are festooned all over Vice. In addition to being Vice's drawing mongrel, he's also a free man with his own hobbies and projects.
Miki is the dancing leader of a cartoon militia on the warpath to piss off the Mexican art scene.
An international game of wits that involves the stuff that makes it easier to have sex with ugly people.
Girl skateboarders aren't hot. It's just how it is. I wish they were but they're not. It's a dude's activity and so they feel they need to act/dress the part of a dude to get accepted.
The higher I progress in the medical profession, the more I realize that half of being a doctor is saying things with authority and hoping my patient doesn't die—which most of the time works. The ones that do die would probably have died no matter what I…
A week in North England's decaying fantasy island.
10,000 gallons of paint and God-love in the middle of the California badlands.
VICE parses the rising tide of paranoid militia membership to gauge if the New World Order is past its sell-by date or arriving right on schedule.
Burking corporate media.
Born in 1926, Miroslav Tichy was a painter until the late 1960s, when he started taking photos, mostly of local women sunbathing, using equipment that he built himself.
A Russian artist obsessed with death and dismemberment? Who'da thunk it.
Vito Acconci first gained recognition as a New York City poet who edited the journal 0 TO 9 with Bernadette Mayer in the 60s
Gary Panter has been up to so much shit over the past three decades it is literally crazy.
Mexico's favorite performance artist sets a plague upon an unsuspecting gallery. Mexico City's favorite performance and graphic artist brings subtlety and innuendo to Times Square and lucha libre to Paris's Pompidou Center.