The Harvester of Sorrow Issue
David Thewlis And His Hopeless, Hilarious Fiction
Even if he hadn’t been the star of maybe our favorite movie of all time, Mike Leigh’s Naked, David Thewlis would still be one of our favorite actors. Not only that, but he’s a great writer.
Mouse On A Stick
It's got its problems, but compared to places like Uganda, Malawi is paradise. AIDS is still rampant but the southern African nation's economic growth continues year after year.
I Went Undercover In The World Of Syrian Whorehouses
While I was in Damascus last summer, my friends from the Serbian Embassy took me to a brothel. It looked like a regular nightclub.
Living, Dead
10,000 Filipino families live in this massive graveyard in Manila. I recently spent five days walking among its residents taking photos and hearing stories of struggle and survival.
Explain Your Art To Me, Please
Michele O'Marah is a video artist whose works include a series of fake trailers for movies about bands like the Velvet Underground, the Runaways, the Germs, Pussy Galore, and Bikini Kill.
Dick Face
I spent two weeks making 500 hand-drawn balloons for Jack Walls’s 50th birthday party. It was my present to him.
Vice Fashion - Eight Labels. Eight Photographers
Photos by Alex Sturrock, David Titlow, Jonnie Craig, Daniel Cramer, Gavin Watson, Alexa Chung, Tara Darby and SIMONStyling by Steph Stevens, Maike Muller, Aldene Johnson and Roberta Venturini
Village Of The Damned
Small people playing in bands are cute. They hit you right in the “aw shucks” spot. “Look how big that guitar looks on his little body!”; “Hahaha, he can hardly see over his drum kit!” That sort of thing. Stop and think about it. Prince, Kylie, Dio...
Vice Mail
Have you ever run anything on Tibetan thighbone trumpets? They’re a ritualistic instrument made from the thighbone of a dead man and are used in Tibetan ceremonies; purportedly the sound they make is of the suffering of the dead in hell. I have
What A Relief!
Adelaide’s got a reputation for a few things (good booze, weird murders) but one of them ain’t music. Touring acts can’t be fucked going there and bands from Adelaide move to Melbourne once they’re sick of playing gigs in their grandma’s lounge room...