Photographer: Chris McKenney
Site: Christopher McKenney Photography
Based in: Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania
“Dream of Serenity” This photo was taken up at my friends cabin, I remember when I came up with this idea and then thought “how and where can a burn a whole bed” we some how pulled it off. It got really sketchy for a minute when all the leaves started to catch fire around it but we (my friend mostly while I laughed at him trying to put it out with a plastic rake) put it out with harming anything. I really enjoy how this photo came out I think it’s peaceful and horrifying at the same time.
Photos & Text from The Bold Italic
In the early ’90s my friends and I used to tape flashlights to the handlebars of our bikes and go riding around in underground storm drain tunnels. There was a whole network of these tunnels under the city that sat empty for most of the year. We would go for miles snaking up and down the sides of the tubes, clapping and yelling to see how far our echoes would carry, eventually popping out in some other part of the city covered in cobwebs and bat guano. When the tubes got too small, we laid down on skateboards and kept going. If we found a flooded part, we taped garbage bags around our legs and crossed our fingers.
The overwhelming feeling of adventure was intoxicating. I felt like one of the Goonies on my way to find One-Eyed Willy, albeit with fewer booby traps. My fascination with tromping around in underground tubes was also no doubt influenced in large part by my obsession with the Ninja Turtles. I mean, who didn’t fantasize about finding a long-forgotten subway station after watching The Secret of the Ooze for the first time? The idea that there was something literally deeper to explore beneath the white-bread suburbia we lived in utterly captivated my 12-year-old mind. Legos and pogs were cool and all, but this was real. We were seeing things that most other people never even thought to look for. Without knowing it at the time, we had rolled our BMX bikes straight into the world of urban exploration.
All Photos from Now This Is Gothic
Under the grey skies of San Francisco in 1984, I watched as peace punk took on a Gothic vibe. During this era, we all loved what was happening in our own city, plus all of the bands that were coming out of the UK. Me and my homie Gary would spend hours at Rough Trade looking through their import section and I will never forget the day I took home the first 7 inch from The Jesus and the Mary Chain. Then there were the nights were we would blast Death Cult as loud as we could could and sing along. What we all loved about these two movements joining forces was that we could express ourselves even more through our fashion. Today CVLT Nation would like to celebrate the 80′s goth scene with a huge photo essay, plus live footage/videos from March Violets, Play Dead & Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
Photographer: Gretchen Heinel
Based in: New York, NY
This photograph was taken in February 2013. I don’t, by any stretch of the imagination, consider myself a fashion photographer. However, I do like to work with clothing and accessory designers, and often I’ll get inspiration for an entire shoot just from looking at one particularly unique bit of wearable art. In the case of this shoot, the bird wing wrist cuffs were that bit of inspiration. I put together a shoot based on ritual and evocation and levitating spirits. Since I shoot film and don’t know a whole lot about post-processing, I had to rely on practical effects in order to have our spirit/demon/angel/creature levitate convincingly. I collaborated with hook suspension artist Miss Gisella Rose (pictured), so that the issue of suspending an individual off the ground wasn’t so much an obstacle to overcome as a chance to add another layer of depth and dreaminess to the shoot. In this photo, there’s a little snow on the ground – Gisella is such a trooper, she was hanging up there for approximately 40 minutes in freezing weather, completely nude. I love that lady.
Date: 2013 12 01
Venue: Rockefeller, Oslo, Norway
Carcass is undisputably one of the cornerstones in the evolution of grindcore and extreme metal, and their first albums ripped new a-holes to a whole generation of unknowing metalheads that newer knew what hit them. Of course, honour & glory goes out to John Peel that played Carcass on his BBC radio show, but the evidence remains loud and clear: Carcass has a real solid catalogue of heavy-as-fuck songs that would convince even deaf people that metal is sovereign as a higher form of art. Add the gory covers and the lyrical intricacies, and yes, you have a winner.
After years in the depths of oblivion, Carcass slowly began doing reunion shows, and all of a sudden there was an album circulating the digital heap of junk (aka ‘internet’). I mean, I’m still listening to Heartwork with a smile on my face, and here’s this new album? Surgical Steel? Sounds familiar and contingent to the Carcass stylesheet. Well, you probably got suckerpunched as much as any of us: The album was decent. Hell, it was above decent, and it delivered the signature melodic riffs like a motherfucker, gurgling vocals and blastbeats like clockwork. It was all good.
Suren Manvelyan is a photographer based in Yereven, Armenia, who has brought us a viewpoint on humanity that we normally can’t see. His series of macro human eye photography, Your Beautiful Eyes, has gained him global recognition as a photographer, as it should. His photos show the short-sightedness of human reasoning – the assumption that there are a limited range of eye colors, which we often portray as one-dimensional, uniform colors: blue, brown, black, green etc. In reality, when the human eye is examined in Manvelyan’s photos, you can see that the color spectrum is much more varied in each individual eye, and that our iris is a multi-textured, sinewed and spongy curtain that is as distinct as a fingerprint. In fact, they kind of remind me of Dune – looking at many of these I expect a Sandworm to come bursting out of the black pits of the pupils.Manvelyan has also done a series of photos of animal eyes, which are equally stunning, and I recommend you check them out! Below is a huge gallery of his macro human eye photography…
Text & Photos via The Vinyl Factory
A gallery of images taken from new limited edition monograph portraying the life and work of pioneering artist, musician and body evolutionist Genesis Breyer P-Orridge.
Born Neil Megson, reborn as artist Genesis P-Orridge and reborn once again as a gender-erasing pandrogyne, the life and work of Genesis Breyer P-Orridge has been defined by transgression and experimentation. A daring performance artist who founded the radical collective COUM Tramsmissions, P-Orridge would go on to front the cult anti-rock outfit Throbbing Gristle, whose abrasive sound helped form the emerging genre of industrial music in the late 70′s. Exploring the roots of h/er sexuality within the 80′s Modern Primitives subculture and the Psychic TV collective, P-Orridge translated a fascination with fetishism and ritual into a powerful statement on the nature of body politics.
Manifested as pandrogeny – or the “third gender” – P-Orridge’s life and work have always been inextricably entwined. A body of work in the most literal sense, photos and artworks from the last forty years of P-Orridges output have now been collected in a high-end monograph that confronts h/er controversial and powerful images head on.
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Is this a glimpse into our future, or just a reflection of our past? Massive winter storms on Lake Michigan turned two century-old lighthouses into eerie, breathtaking ice sculptures. The effects of the storm are like something out of post-apocalyptic sci-fi, and I can picture our world caught in the grips of irreversible climate change, ice coating all of our monuments and buildings with a jagged beauty. Maybe once again our world will be cloaked in never-ending winter. Or maybe I’m just being dramatic since I am living through my first “real” winter in 7 years. Either way, these photos by Tom Gill and Thomas Zakowski are unreal and captivating! The twists and turns of the ice remind me of some of my favorite black metal sounds, bringing them to life in sharp yet fluid movement, and it reminds me that nature creates the most beautiful art just by existing, putting all of our human efforts to shame…
Surrealist photographer Christopher McKenney creates the kind of images that we are all about here at CVLT Nation. Disturbing, serene and violent, his photos capture fear in an almost disconnected kind of way – kind of like Twin Peaks, his photos conjure an eerie feeling without being outright “scary”. Many of his photos are the definition of suspense, where the subject is the moment before violent death by fire, hanging or murder. At the same time, they aren’t gory or over the top; they are tasteful and beautifully laid out, with vivid colors and sharp details. Many of these could easily be featured in our Creepiest Photo Album series! Check out his work below.