Archive for August, 2010
Bailey Hunter Robinson put this on me two weeks ago. The design is from 1906. We kept the size and line intact, and he shaded rather than colored (as is my preference).
I’ll give you a clue- one picture shows someone playing the recordings of musicians and wishing to be a musician, the other shows one of the greatest bands on the planet right now.
Feel free to substitute “British” with just about any nationality in the Western World. On the superficial note, disgusting ‘ain’t it? On a deeper level, we are to blame, no one else, for the homogenization of our national culture.
On a much deeper note, the world is run by scared, stupid, fat white men and thanks to the internet you can find out their addresses.
I haven’t quite formalized a long thought-through nasty thought-on-paper- on this subject but it’s been bugging the shit out of me for a while now.
Now, I believe in critique and I believe in people that don’t like and/or what I do. Critique, if issued for the right reasons and not wanting to be a self righteous twat is a good thing. It points out your flaws and if you are smart enough, you’ll take a long hard look at yourself and if necessary change it. Enemies, also, are great. It means you are doing something right. Never trust the popular kid, because essentially, popularity is mediocrity, based on the lowest common denominator and combined with a character ( back stabbing, snidey fuck face type ) that I don’t appreciate it and have time for.
Anyway. Critique. Occasionally, when I can be bothered and think it is appropriate I will call out bullshit if I see. Especially, and this one goes out to all you poseur bloggers out there with no real scars and history in your self proclaimed scene, if you put your bullshit in a public forum, i.e. a blog. It’s one thing to have the balls to call out someone’s bullshit in person & in public, but quite another to do it hidden behind a screen. Most recently, and I am not sure what drunk horse kicked me to do this, I decided to engage in some public forum discussions on streetwear, music blah blah blah and was shocked, at the level of infancy my retorts were handled by said “authors”.
Essentially, every time I called “bullshit” I got the answer “LOLZ…HATER!!”. Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK? First off, English is my second language. I take pride in the fact that I mastered it ( literally, MA from Goldsmiths College, bitches ). So when you are a native speaker and a successful business person and put your shit out in public and when called out on it, retort with the above…sorry, but I loose all hope in society as a whole.
Like I said, I haven’t quite finished this train of thought, but really, when it comes to shooting down all critique by calling someone a “hater” ( on a side note, can someone translate that rubbish for me? ) in internet troll speak, you are fucking whack and suck so hard it is not even funny. Anyone not being able to deal with critique is a fucking pussy and should move back to their mothers.
Just had to get it out there. Back to sunshine, alcohol and legos.
‘Away from it all, the Hell’s Angels set the scene for a weekend in the country…’
Take 24 minutes and watch one of the most indepth, insightful and revealing documentaries on the original British chapter of the Hell’s Angels. Watch as they prepare their bikes for a ride, annoy their ex-wives, borrow their portable TVs off their Mums, get lost somewhere outside of Aylesbury, nearly smash up a café and then watch an episode of Dr. Who - here.