Got to fang out with all me mates today at the pub crawl. Flamin' Galahs. Fuckin' happy as pigs in mud.
Um, what the fuck are these guys doing?
Burnley is one of the focal points of the planet's most terrifying and hilarious forms of dance music: donk. It's pretty much the only thing kids live for there.
Illustrator, tattoo artist, and noise nerd Gary Stevens turned on the news Saturday evening to discover his ex-girlfriend, Christine Burrage (who he knew back in the day as a teen goth who called herself Corpus Christie) had allegedly shot and murdered he…
Randy Polumbo is a softly spoken American artist who makes the snoozesome world of modern sculpture seem a hoot a minute.
It's 1994 and I'm lying on a cold, hard X-Ray table in the cardiac catheterization room of the Methodist Hospital in Houston.
As someone raised on Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, I have to report that the actual invitation to the 2009 presidential inauguration looked a tad underwhelming.
Vice: When were you last saddest?
If you want to write highbrow fiction today, you've probably at least considered getting a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing.
The corner of Avenue C and 20th Street West in the heart of Riversdale, Saskatoon, is in one of the poorest neighborhoods in Canada.
It's important that the last woman you see before you board a fishing trawler is reasonably hot.
As with everything else they do, the girls in Japan take it just that little bit too far, right up to the point where it's basically obsessive-compulsive disorder.
On the afternoon of June 12, 1981, a Japanese man named Issei Sagawa walked into the woods in Bois de Boulogne, France, carrying two suitcases.
VICE heads into the Amazon on a hunt for its most hallucinogenic tree frogs, but federal agents, monster bugs, and an inept shaman keep getting in the way.
It's telling that Calder decided to name the company after himself as his endearing willfulness made him one of the most litigated-against publishers of the mid-20th century.
Kleist's perennial story in this issue, "The Earthquake in Chile," is part of forthcoming, freshly translated collection of his prose.
Any major science-fiction gourmand will tell you that Ursula K. Le Guin is among the most compelling writers living today.
Mike Sacks has written for Vanity Fair, Esquire, GQ, The New Yorker, Time, McSweeney's, Radar, MAD, New York Observer, Premiere, Believer, Maxim, and Salon.
Sheila Lowe has been analyzing handwriting for over 40 years. She looks at one scribbled line and can tell you all kinds of secret stuff about yourself. It's scary.
Blake is one of the most observant, meticulous authors we know, and he specializes in writing biographies of other writers—a very tricky thing to do well.
Edwyn Collins is that cool Scottish guy who was the singer in Orange Juice. They were one of the best and most original British pop bands ever.
Martin Amis is one of the great writers of contemporary fiction. Even if he'd given up putting pen to paper after his third novel, Money, this would be an irrefutable fact.
Another up-and-comer, Amanda sent us something that can't be translated into our non-English editions because it's an extended riff on the pronunciation of the word "douche."