A few words from Sandy: “My name is Sandy Kim and I live in San Francisco and I’m five feet tall. I have a collection of all my friends’ hair on my wall and a shrine to my boyfriend next to my bed. When I was a kid I was so constipated that my parents used to dig shit out of my ass with a chopstick, but now I shit in three seconds.” Thanks, Sandy! That is one of the most excellent bios we’ve ever read, though she has neglected to mention that she has a website,
, which contains many photos that are pleasing to the eye. In this issue, we present a portfolio of some of our favorite work from this enchanting young firecracker.
Royce is the new editor of our Australian edition. Before coming to Vice, he wrote ads at an ad agency. His favorite ad that he ever wrote had a picture of an earnest-looking baby with the words “It’s the eczema cream I’ve been waiting for my whole life.” Well, he never said he was any good. In his spare time, he likes to cook, and he has a thing for fried rice. He can make many varieties of fried rice including seafood with XO sauce, chicken with salted fish, scrambled egg with crispy fried shallot, Chinese sausage and lettuce, duck and bean shoot, chili and black bean, kencur (a root that’s a bit like ginger), and nasi goreng (Indonesian). For this issue, he interviewed his brother, who for a brief but glorious moment was a member of a popular boy band in China.
“Hello! This is Alice, Molly’s best friend. When Molly called to tell me that she’d taken on a ‘hoarding assignment,’ I thought, ‘Wow! What great talent placement!’ I’ve known Molly for over a decade, and she is my most frugal pal. Her own squirreling habits range from promotional pens to condiment packets, but I wasn’t too worried about any Gonzo-style ingratiation. The following week she texted me from the apartment in question with a scatological detail that would later make its way into the article featured in this issue. I replied with the perfunctory ‘SICKETATING!’ and asked her to come over. When she arrived that night, suspiciously clean, her eyes were focused yet vacant, and I knew without asking that it was taking all her strength not to puke all over the place. Molly’s blog is magicmolly.com, and she has written for n+1 and the Poetry Foundation. Her stomach is steely.”
David has been making beautiful portraits since the late 70s, mostly of cute fellers, usually in black-and-white, and often near an open window so that it’s all naturally lit, like a Vermeer painting. David went to an alternative hippie-style high school with Nan Goldin, and the two of them, along with Jack Pierson, Philip-Lorca diCorcia, and Mark Morrisroe are often referred to as the “Boston School” because they’re all photographers who went to school around the same time. In Boston. David has a brownstone in Bed-Stuy that is filled to the brim with incredible stuff. It looks like the chic vintage shop of your dreams. He collects antique hats and he can tell you the detailed history of each one. For this issue, he photographed a boy named Pavel, who wears some of those aforementioned fancy hats.