The Immersionism Issue
Hooligans: A Formula for Self Destruction
I accompanied Ukrainian hooligans to fights from September 2012 to August 2013.
The Paris Serial Killer Guy Georges Was My Photo Assistant
In October 1994, I worked alongside a murderer, through whom I met Guy Georges, the "East Paris serial killer".
Al Qaeda From Day One
I don't think of myself as a journalist. I never went to university, I never went to college. I was 18, came from this very crappy part of London, Acton, and had been on the dole when I got a job in the mailroom of the Sunday Times. One night I started...
A Week On The School Bus
Last week I rode on the school bus with a bunch of Swedish 7-12-year-olds every day.Monday: I get on the bus at dawn. A pair of twin brothers start fighting and the driver has to stop the bus not once, but twice
Mexico Pretty
I just flew to Mexico City on almost no notice to do a casting. I was in and out in two days. It might seem like a long way to go to take pictures of naked girls, but it paid off in spades. I like doing that anyway-taking off and looking for models...
How To Buy A Gun
Milan, October 14th. 1.45 pmI'm sitting in a bar on the outskirts of town. The décor is squalid. Over at the fruitmachines an old guy with a moustache has already stuck around 100 euros in the machine
Smash The Ira
Mucker is 18 years old and he loves his country. He'd die for it. He'd kill for it. And that's why, along with hundreds of others, he went onto the streets of Belfast in September and smashed a few blocks of his country to bits.
Gross Jar
Up until now, we've been taking sort of a limited approach to the Gross Jar. Each month we spend all of 20 minutes coming up with one thing to add, then pat our backs red for being such job-well-done doers. Last time we promised to step up the rigor...
Eat Shit
There's this wacky guy, Baby Blonde (he's a Kiss fan btw), and he says he has tasted the four building blocks of nasty, Piss, Shit, Jizz, and Puke. He claims they really aren't as disgusting as you might think. I got inspired by his stupidity, and...
Hell On Earth
Simon Reeve is a real-deal immersionist. Back when the rest of the media was blowing our collective mind with hard-hitting coverage of the world wide web and blowjobs, Reeve was looking into why a bunch of Araby-types decided to park a bomb beneath
Godhateseye
Following Hurricane Katrina, Eyehategod singer Michael Williams was missing, feared dead.
Immersed In Spunk
I started working as a writer after dropping out of high school in the 90s. Back then there was nothing to it, the demand for cute, teenage fags who new at least sort of basic grammar was at an all-time peak and the internet had everyone pouring money...