As you already know because you’re currently reading this post on your smart phone in your spot in line outside the venue, we’re putting on night one of the Criminal Hygiene residency tonight at the Bootleg Theater along with Zig Zags, Bad Antics, and DJ sets by Blaque Chris and yours truly. I was so...
This dose of Friday realism is brought to you by the lovely Georgia Koch, who is making a delightful little book of weird thoughts and awkward moments captured through her drawings. Check out her kickstarter here.
And I’m back. Where was I? Oh yeah, my abuse of sex as a means to express power and dominance, that’s right… (if you missed yesterday’s post, or need a refresher, go here.) But, to sum it up, I was talking about how I didn’t have sex for a couple of weeks, and why I...
We’ve featured the work of Aussie-photographer Renee Carey on Cultist Zine before, after I fell in love with her use of light, and the tomboy-ish-yet-vulnerable spirit of a particular editorial she shot for Oyster Magazine. Following the post, Renee graciously reached out to me via email to thank me for my words about her photography,...
So, I have a confession to make. Well, two, actually. I’m the worst girlfriend ever, and the worst sex editor ever. Why? Mind your fucking business, and also because I recently went three weeks without having sex with my boyfriend. And the icing on my double-decker failure cake, decoratively topped with sex-starved tuxedo and gown-wearing miniature...
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Apr 29, 2013 •
Apparently we’re posting poetry now. Don’t judge us… I liked you from the beginning, because you always offered to drive, even when we took my car out, and yours had been towed due to unpaid parking tickets.You said it made you feel like a man, because we didn’t have much money back then, and you couldn’t buy me...
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Apr 26, 2013 •
Sometimes when I’m wallowing in a warm bath of hopelessness and angst about, well, everything, I take a moment and remember that there are people like Brendan Donnelly, and my existential misery is momentarily lifted (then I visit with my friend Jack Daniels for a while). I don’t know fuck-all about art, but I...
In the park they sat and vomited strawberries until they went blind. ”I am all you’ll ever need” ♡ someone once told me that they wanted to fuck me in my face in order to get closer to my brain that person is a ghost now and you are taking too...
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Apr 19, 2013 •
Interview and photos by Klaus It wouldn’t be fair to try and describe The Shrine by wedging them into an onomatopoeic sub-category (e.g. fuzz soaked, synthy echo-pop with sizzling punk roots), or to pinhole them by mashing together examples of pre-existing names in music history (like if the Ramones dropped a vile of acid and...
Kaya and I made a poetry book around this time last year and to celebrate we’re sharing it with y’all! Download or Buy -Adi and Kaya
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Apr 18, 2013 •
(All photos by Alexander Uhrich) Mac DeMarco is a simple man. He likes cigarettes, instant coffee, and denim clothing, but despite popular thought to the contrary, he does not particularly like smoking weed. Mac is the kind of guy who will headline a sold-out show at The Echoplex, then come to the after-party you invite...
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Apr 18, 2013 •
Holy Caribbean Vacation Fantasy. I’ll have you know, I am bootie-shaking and gyrating and letting out little gutteral moans as I write this. Like, right now. In the middle of my office. Bootie shaking and doing the butterfly and also googling places to get hair-wraps in Los Angeles, since I can’t afford a plane ticket...