Karl Lagerfeld has an alleged affinity for Vienna sausage and Taco Bell. He owns dozens of iPods, scattered throughout his estates all over the world, to which he has transferred a collection of over 60,000 CDs. He's also the supreme weirdo enigma of the
Meet Pony. She is an orangutan from a small village in Borneo, where they cut down the rain forest to render the palm oil that gets sold abroad and made into lip salve, ice cream, chocolates, and cheese crackers
Taking a trip to Richard's upstate studio.
You can't just slap on some cat ears, eyeliner whiskers, slutty spandex, and call it Halloween. That shit's for pussies (har har).
Hypnagogia: It's the phenomenon of experiencing very real and quite often terrifying dreamlike sensations while falling asleep or waking up.
Now that we're confident you all have homemade tattooing down, we thought we'd take the next logical step and explore the fine art of home branding.
They're out there, but not in the darkness. Their lairs are well lit, under the rude, barging glare of fluorescent tube lights. Their skin is pasty gray, almost the same color as their cubicle walls.
Patrick McAleveay enlisted in the US Army in August 1966, when he was 18. He served until August 1969.
The Fortean Times: The World of Strange Phenomena is a monthly magazine of news, reviews, and research on all types of unusual experiences. It is named after philosopher Charles Fort (1874-1932), who thought that data that did not fit the scienti…
The stories of five members of the American military who have chosen to seek asylum in Canada rather than continuing to fight the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Vice: What is your deal?
Artist Wim Delvoye is into giving tattoos to pigs. (No point in trying to figure out a fancy way to say it, really. The guy tattoos pigs.)
Frederick Wiseman is probably the best documentary filmmaker there is. He's definitely the purest. But it's very likely you haven't heard of him yet, much less seen his films.
Recently, while innocently perusing YouTube and-swear to God-not looking for anything raunchy, I came across this amazing girl who posts tons of videos of herself farting and subsequently cracking herself up.
The widespread denial of the existence of large cats—like panthers, leopards and lions and tigers—in the Australian bush, strangely defies the number of sightings by locals and budding cryptozoologists.
It was autumn of 2005 and I was 18 and unemployed. I lived in a sleepy little town called Whakatane (pronounced Fuck-a-tar-nay by most ignorant whiteys who can't pronounce Maori names correctly) in New Zealand.
Bobby Seale was the founding chairman of the Black Panther Party.
Menomena plays us a number off their latest album then go for a little spin on a rolling trampoline built for three.
How about a trip to New York City's only animal shelter catering exclusively to the hamster and gerbil set?
Yasuyuki takes us to Tokyo's shittiest doll brothel.
We moved into a house a few blocks from the Marcy projects at the end of last summer. In time, it became obvious the place next door was a drug den.
It's always exciting to find some chanterelles because they grow symbiotically on tree roots and can't be cultivated.
It's a little known fact but the Australian branch of the Star Wars costume fan organisation is a steadily growing force.
Inside Heartsrevolution's bubblegum-colored candy truck 'o fun. Bringing smiles to the city for the last two summers. They also sell kosher Bazooka Joe!