Today is a fucking rad day because we got our limited edition collabo t-shirts in from FALSE, and they look amazing! If you don’t know about this awesome Singapore-based clothing brand, now is the time to find out – Le Messie and Amanda make everything by hand, and individually hand silkscreen their tees together so that each one is a work of art, check out the interview we did with them here. Plus, as a brand we see eye-to-eye with their anti-system and anarchist politics; they disseminate a lot of important information in the form of articles and documentaries, and they are pro-small business and pro-artisan creators! The t-shirt itself is already super nice, a lightweight, combed cotton American-made tee, and then FALSE’s silkscreening skills are off the chain. This is a super limited design, only a few are available in the CVLT Store and on FALSE’s webstore Anti Anti, so they are going to go quick! Check them out after the jump, as well as a rad video below documenting the process of making a FALSE t-shirt!
They are so many different ways to express ones self and not everyone is tied to only one way of doing it. Also their people in the universe that are creative because it comes deep from with in them and every second they exist on this planet they are thinking of ways to create something new. Terence Hannum of Locrian is one such human besides making music that i dig he manifest art stretches my imagination. He recently released a new book entitled “A.Y.P.S.” via Kiddiepunk and also a new fanzine called Corpse Flower( order Here). Check out intense photos of both after the jump plus read what Terence Hannum says inspired these works!
“A.Y.P.S.” collects three years of drawings, collages and brief negative texts by artist and musician Terence Hannum.
“Anno Yersinia Pestis Spiritus” or “In The Year of our Spiritual Plague”, was a rare phrase used in the liner notes of black metal albums during the 1990s. Hannum has spent years reflecting on this music subculture – a subculture that vacillates between what is profane and sacred, and how in that abject shadow of the profane, something uniquely sacred is defined. Halos of hair emerge from dark voids, shrines of amplifiers build altars to silence, cascades of xeroxed hair interrupt the page and brief collections of words and phrases are presented and crossed out. The ritual gets fragmented and boiled down, rebuilt and then re-worshiped.
I grew up in a town with a healthy fear of global warming. Although we may not have felt “warm” during the 8 months of rain a year in Vancouver, we all chanted the mantra of recycling, conserving and composting in an almost paranoid frenzy. I knew from a young age that everything I used and threw away landed on one of millions of garbage mountains around the world, on land and sea, and I felt guilty about it. I mean, I still do – it’s kind of like a religion in Vancouver, the guilt never leaves you. I have seen people litter on the streets of downtown only to have the surrounding five people tell them simultaneously to pick it up. We are all communal watchdogs for the environment, disciplining ourselves and each other when we fall out of line, going out of our way to sort through trash to assuage the deep-set guilt that decades of research and evidence have instilled in us. It’s funny now to live somewhere where the effects of human consumption on the environment is still questioned, where politicians openly claim the overwhelming evidence of its ruin to be false (alongside their claims of Jesus riding a dinosaur 4,000 years ago). And this is the country of drought and tornados, hurricanes and earthquakes. The reason people all over the world feel guilt and shame about the way human beings treat this planet is because soon those things will be widespread across the world, and every place will experience superstorms like they are a normal occurrence. My kids will grow up in that world, with homes that are specially reinforced to withstand the extreme weather conditions. The amazing photos below and after the jump are taken by stormchaser Mike Hollingshead mostly in the US’s “Tornado Alley,” and are, for me, motivation to reduce my ill effects on this planet. I much prefer constant rain to having the roof blown off my house and my entire life swept away in an instant.
As a teenager in the 90s, I watched tattoos begin their boom to the all-encompassing cultural phenomena they have become today. I, too, was a 16 year old desperately wanting to ink up my skin with things that, too late, I came to reassess my need for. I know a lot of the time we feature amazing tattoo artists, people who take their craft seriously and for whom each piece is a work of art, lovingly drawn and embedded into the receiver’s skin. However, for every tattoo master, there are 500+ hacks who will give you a “deal” on the bulk purchase of tattoos and piercings. And for every person who saves up to spend good money on a well-done and thought out tattoo done by a master, there are literally tens of thousands who get a misspelled $35 tramp stamp. This post is about those people. These aren’t just the liked-it-when-you-were-16 variety of tattoo, these are truly, truly devastatingly permanent reminders of why the American government needs to invest more in the education system. And just when you think that feminism has gained a foothold in this patriarchal culture, the Semen Demon strikes!! The people who did these tattoos should have their guns taken away and their hands chopped off as punishment. On the bright side, I know the industry I am going to encourage my daughter to go into when she grows up: laser tattoo removal! It’s been a long week and you need to laugh your ass off, so after the jump enjoy some of the worst tattoos out there, and rest assured these are but a drop in the bucket. Although I have to say I kind of like the Kenny Powers one…
Nothing freaks me out more than bottomless lakes. I always feel like something is going to grab me by the ankle and suck me into its abyss. So here is a story about a weird and terrifying lake in Russia, along with some stunning photos of its mysterious depths.
The water is serene but deathly cold – and danger lurks beneath its surface. Yet, in the aquatic depths the promise of discovering hidden underwater caves and relics of our past awaits. Here, beauty and allure belie risks – but risks that some are prepared to take.
“A sapphire in a ring of green trees.” That’s how this stunning lake has been described. Even on overcast days, the water has a deep, crystal blue color like the gemstone to which it has been compared.
But there is much more than splendor to this lake. Beneath its smooth surface lie mysteries as yet unsolved. And some of these are secrets that the lake will not easily give up; at least, not if the recent tragic death of one diving explorer and the hospitalization of another are read as telltale signs.
Story via Highsnobiety
Writer Sam McGuire presents an eye-opening profile of skateboarder Hillary Thompson for Jenkem Magazine that captures the ever-changing obstacles that those in the LGBT face in the world of sports. Noting the struggle of being true to herself, the editorial spans many of the universal human emotions that sports offers and notes “many times, when people transition they feel the need to shed previous gender habits. Some people do it for survival and some out of societal pressures but Hillary’s desire to skate helped her ignore all of this and she picked up her board again.” While a choice excerpt appears after the jump, head over to Jenkem Magazine to read the enthralling editorial in its entirety.
Story Resource Dangerous Minds
‘A good photograph,’ says Steve Gullick, ‘is one that looks great, one that captures an interesting moment in time, one that tells a story, or in the case of a portrait, offers an insight into the subject.’
This is could be a description of Gullick’s own photographs—his beautiful, inky black portraits that are amongst the most recognizable and iconic images of the past twenty years.
Gullick was influenced ‘Mainly by the dark imagery of Don McCullin and Bill Brandt. I tried to infuse my photos with a similar drama—I spent all of my spare time in the darkroom working on getting good.
‘It was more difficult with color but when I started printing my own color stuff in the late 1990’s I was able to match the intensity of my black & white work.
Full story after the jump!
Dylan Garrett Smith is Dylan XVX, an artist whose haunting creations have fascinated me for a long time and about whom a post is long overdue! His aesthetic is one of delicate horror – he does’t hammer you with violence and spew blood and viscera all over you, rather he hints at the possibility with menace in his fine lines and threat in his details. Dylan XVX’s work speaks to the aftermath of horror, when the bloodflow has slowed to a languid drip and the flesh is cold. This isn’t to say that his work is devoid of movement – it just has a coldness to it, and the movement is like a winter wind raising the hairs on the back of your neck. It’s funny though, because the two prints I own of his, “Belial” and “The Eyes Satisfied,” are tea-stained and painted in warm colors, but they still retain the iciness of the imagery despite their warmth. Dylan XVX is creative in his offerings – his shop carries silkscreened prints, framed paintings and most recently (although sadly sold out) broaches that look like mini framed artwork to pin on your chest, and he has also done little crucified teeth on wooden crosses. He has done a lot of exhibitions around the country the past couple of years, and currently has a piece up until 4/20 at Gristle Tattoo + Art Gallery in Brooklyn as a part of their Philias: Loved to Death group show. He has worked with bands, clothing companies and vegan bakeries, and as I look through his work I can see how it has grown over time. After the jump, check out a selection of his work, and make sure you stay in his loop because his specialty pieces sell out quick!
From the unknown depths of filth comes an illustrator that is able to conjure the chaos of Hades and show you how beautiful it can be. He goes by the name of FARRON Loathing and when you look at his work, his blackened artistic passion punches you in the neck! Each line he draws tells a cryptic story that holds meaning. To me, it seems like FARRON creates in a way that asks the viewer to go deeper into his art than what you see on the surface. What I really dig about his work is not only his otherworldly subject matter, but also his use of space – his composition is on point! His imagination is plugged into Lucifer’s left hand, so therefore he is always able to come up with some shit that makes me say, unholy hell, how did he think of that? FARRON is not only an illustrator, he is an all around creative anti-human that does what he does because it’s in his nature. For instance, for the new NAILS cover he created, it seemed like he combined his painting skills with graphic design to come up with a unique and classic album cover. It doesn’t stop there – he also directs videos for & is the frontman of Lighting Swords of Death. Now back back to his art – check out a huge gallery of FARRON Loathing’s work after the jump…don’t be afraid if your eyes start to bleed!
Sometimes, there are artists that prove that it is good to express yourself. Germany does actually have alot of these young people. CVLT Nation is now introducing you to a few of them. This is the first episode of ”CVLT Nation introducing young artists from Germany” and it’s about a guy called Tobias Tietchen. He’s from Hamburg in the very north of Germany and does different kind of arts. I had a chance to talk to him and this interview is what I got out of him. But what is he doing ? His art can be described as a mix of illustration, drawing (oldschool) and design. Let’s just stop the talking for now and you can look at the art yourself. Deal ? Deal.