He still loves fashion.
Photos. War. Something else.
One South London high street at a time.
You never owned a Bisonte pocketbook?
You may be hard, but you'll never be Maori hard.
$90 a pop ain't bad.
Lesley Arfin and Steve Cummings on prom night, June 11, 1997.
The growing world of social media.
Dear Aspiring Snapshot Photographer: Hang up your fucking jock because Jeff Mermelstein has won the race and you will never touch his shit.
The story of VICE.
You are descended from the most base and perverse of the criminal element in England.
Erik Lavoie's shit.
Erik Lavoie's ex and other women discuss birth control.
Toe to toe with a New York cabbie.
More crap from Erik.
Erik is really good at French.
Love, when i look at him, it's like looking into the sun.
Thank you for birthing Erik Lavoie.
It seems as if every 3D artist is a lonely nerd from Erik Lavoie's home province (Quebec). Why is that?
For centuries scholars have stared at the face of Erik Lavoie and said to themselves, "What the fuck is up with that smile? It's like a not-smile."
It's funny how just when you think you've run out of new fantasies you see a porno like Bongwater Butt Babes.
Kids are taking less Class A drugs than their parents ever did and are selling them to older idiots instead.
British slippers are cool because they show that you stay at home so much you need special home shoes.