Volume 17 Issue 3
Crusty Leather
Crusty punks are, generally, irritating and useless pieces of shit. That's not to say that we don't have crusty friends or crusty tendencies. We do. And we like a lot of crusty music. But those are the exceptions.
Today’s Viking
And now, just for the sake of historical accuracy in light of the preceding photo story, which is accurate in lots of ways but not so accurate in some key ways, we present an interview with a real, a seriously really real, Viking
Modern-day Fashion Bum-outs
Ah, the past. Could the preceding eons of humanity have ever imagined how much comedy they would provide for the present? Especially in the realm of fashion?
Miss Arganzuela 1981
I found a bag of photo negatives when I was drunk one night in Madrid. And being drunk, I took them home with me. In the bag, alongside almost 70 pounds of negs, were a photographer’s work permit and a shoe with a built-up heel, leading me to...
The Filthiest People Alive
When I was 16, my best friend, Dana, and I spent a lot of time ditching school, thumbing rides from our Denver suburb to Boulder, and hanging around pretty much the dirtiest, smelliest people of the entire early-70s freak scene, the STP Family. We...
Let’s Get Animal
In 2008, our favourite drag king performers, The Kingpins, launched their label Birthday Suit. Their first collection was called Azaria Lives and was all about what would've happened if dingos hadn't eaten Lindy Chamberlain's baby daughter.
The Return Of The Hat
It's often stated that Kennedy's hatless inaugural appearance sparked a mass rejection of hat wearing from which the hat industry never recovered.
Traces Of Soho Past
In New York, art has always left traces behind, but like everything else in the city, those traces vanish a little more with every passing day, until they are completely erased. Take Soho, my neighborhood since 1985.