Ferdinand Cheval (1836-1924) was a postman by day and a pebble-dashing architectural artist by night. One day he literally stumbled on a strangely shaped stone, picked it up and took it home. From then on, if he found any stones he liked on his daily mail based wanders he would pick them up and take them home.
Ferdinand Cheval lived in Châteauneuf-de-Galaure, in the Drôme département of France. He left school at the age of 13 to become a baker’s apprentice, before changing careers to become a postman later in life.
I love street posters – they tell you what’s happening in your city, but they’re also artistic wallpaper for our streets. These hilarious street posters may not be “art” in the literal sense, but they are fucking funny. Anyone who has had a bike stolen, or lost a pet to a motorist, should feel free to express their anger via a funny hand made poster. I will enjoy it. Why not make strangers laugh? It will make the world a better place. In that way, maybe art can save the world (see below).
Saint Hoax is an artist whose paintings are a commentary on pop culture and politics. Who is Saint Hoax? That’s a mystery, but whomever he or she is, they have been invited to display this hilarious series of drag portraits of world leaders in London, but were denied a visa due to the tumult in their home country. And obviously revealing their identity may cause problems for them in their home country. It makes you think about how lucky we are to openly laugh our asses off at our political leaders. These drag portraits are fucking priceless, and you can see the process of transformation below. Here is how Saint Hoax characterizes both a drag queen, and it corresponds perfectly to a political figure:
The recipe for an iconic queen:
1- Flamboyant name
2- Fierce persona
3- Defining outfits
4- Personalized hairdo
5- A trademark feature
6- One hell of a PR team
Text Brad Feuerhelm
Photography Brad Feuerhelm & Janie Jones
via Dazed Digital
Death and photography have always been a close collaborator in my world and in 2011, I visited the Capuchin Catacombs for the first time. I became aware of the crypts in Palermo in 1998, when I started collecting vintage photography of death rites and customs in Europe. I had bought an old photograph of the crypt from the 1880s, which featured an astonishing cluster of bodies and coffins lining the cement walls of its subterranean arches and halls. Later, I would see further photographs by Peter Hujar and Sigmar Polke of its crypt residents.
Scrolling through these mugshots from 1930s Newcastle, it’s hard not to think about the kind of lives these men lived before they ended up in this police book. I imagine being born in the slums of the late 1800s, where thieving was the only thing that kept you alive. The captions on them are fascinating – “minus left eye,” “bad character,” “RIP London Blitz 1940″ and “Died in action Benwell Hotel,” – as are their nicknames – “Doggy,” “Fatty” etc. This book of mugshots was found in a Newcastle junk shop and was preserved by the Tyne and Wear Archives & Museums. It seems like the book is a collection of local thieves, one that the cops could flip through every time someone was robbed to see who fit the bill. Step back in time below and put yourself in the shoes of a 1930s thief!
This may or may not be news to all you Satanists out there: Satan is an alien. Not an angel, not a god; he is, in fact, an alien. And not only that – despite what Christians, Muslims, Jews and the like have been claiming for millennia, he is actually a GOOD alien. While the evil aliens – ie. God and his cohorts – have been trying to keep us ignorant, naked and freezing cold, Satan and his demons have been trying to help us by giving us knowledge, technology and the all-important fire to warm us and grill our steaks (or tofu). I don’t know about you, but when I started watching Ancient Aliens and they talked about how God, Jesus and all the other deities were actually aliens, it made a lot of sense to me. And if they are aliens, well then of course Satan is one too. A big part of my atheism is that I just can’t bring myself to believe that there is some almighty power that runs everything, when all around us is evidence that we are just cogs in huge, clockwork universe, each being doing its part for the system. All the fuckups around us seem to be directly related to religion, namely human beings thinking that they are not a part of the system, but somehow outside of it. By stepping outside of it, we are literally destroying the entire thing. It makes a lot more sense to me that deities are beings just like the rest of us, with faults and flaws, capable of bad judgement and greed. Anyway, back to Satan – check out this episode of Ancient Aliens, which explains what a rad dude Satan is, and how he is a friendly alien just trying to give us a hand with our shitty lives, battling God-alien to help us better understand the universe.
This is seriously stomach-churning, but you know what? That’s the kind of shit you weirdos love! The kind of fascinating, disgusting, horrifying, can’t-look-away shit. So today we have the stages of decomposition of a corpse, complete with color photos of each stage from Body Stain to Skeletonization. Yes, body stain – the kind of thing the cops find on the tan carpet when the neighbors start to complain about the smell. Nasty. Enjoy!
Travelling around the world, my eyes have seen things that my brain said were out of this world. During these moments, I did not even want to to stop and take a picture, because I thought I would lose the moment. On long bus rides through the Alps, I realized that Mother Nature is the most prolific artist in the universe and so much around us is beauty that we can not put into words or images. The Lena Pillars of Eastern Siberia are natural rock formations that are otherworldly…the world we live in is huge and Mother Nature has created art all around us…Now I hope that mankind does not fuck it even more!
Living in the Bay Area in the early 80′s you had many bands that were just straight up different! They were old punks who were not happy with being put into a box, so they started to mix up all sorts of influences and bands like Black Athletes and Faith No More came to be. I saw both of these bands perform a bunch of times at the Club Foot downtown. While watching Faith No More, I knew I was viewing something special – the band had a certain confidence about what they were creating! Chuck, their frontman, was on some extra weird shit that made me want to see them again and again…Check out this rare full set of Faith No More killing shit in 1987!
Growing up in Cali, I was surrounded by all sorts of vehicles and the characters who lived for them. I remember sitting on my grandmother’s steps in South Central, where my cousins and I would wait for the gang bangers to drive up in their low riders with chain donut steering wheels. We got super hyped when they made their cars jump with hydraulics. Very early on, I realized that a love of cars brought both the black and brown communities together. Once I moved to Venice, I realized that on the west side white dudes with long beards and choppers reigned supreme. I was always fascinated by the names on the back of their vests and how much love they had for their bikes. One constant that all communities shared was that many of the men had done tours in Vietnam, and the outlaw culture they embraced was their outlet from a society. Without realizing it, the underground subcultures I was witnessing were actually shaping art, music, sport & fashion in a very organic way. Today CVLT Nation celebrates the 1%ers because they are willing to life live on their own terms!