The Obsessions Issue
The Worrying Secrets of Danish Cocaine
I know you went to school with a guy that was "totally into Bowie," and there's a 40-year-old in your hometown who hasn't outgrown his Church of the Subgenius phase, but that's preschool stuff.
The Real Heat are three black teen/early 20s singer sisters from Brixton who swear they write and produce all their own music. I dunno, people are saying that Richard X and Mark Moore from S'Express have got something to do with them.
Why should you care that Harmony Korine did a documentary about another one of David Blaine's look-at-me stunts? So what if a megalomaniac magician locked himself in a tiny glass box for 44 days and called it performance art?
Hey, did you ever see Bumfights? It's fucking funny, man. They get all these bums to do funny shit for money and they get all gnarly and wasted and shit. One piece of human garbage even got "Bumfights" tattooed across his forehead. Ha ha. I love...
The best art to come out of Mexico never actually existed. It was poignant and beautiful and provided heavy social commentary.
Photos by Mirabelle Marden
If anyone deserves the obsessive DVD treatment, it is Can, the ultimate German far-out fucking real deals.
White hip-hop multitasker (MC, producer, video director, comedian, etc.) Necro has added another title to his résumé––porn director. And for a first-time porn director, he did okay.
The earliest caveman (hominid) fossils were found in Aramis, Ethiopia, in 1994. The people who found them dated them back to 4.4 million B.C., but after looking at them more closely they found out the fossils were actually from 5.8 million B.C.
Just got back from Fugazi. Saw Cliff. Saw John. Saw Tyler. Talked to Bobby a lot. Saw Antonio. Antonio… his name just rolls off my tongue like Italian ices in 90-degree heat.