Yorgos Lanthimos’s Dogtooth – well worth £8.50 down the Rio

Bobby C. Alkabes shot this series for us. Thank you!

Today way a pretty empty, nothing-filled day when I said, “I know what I want to get.”
And then you said something.
I said “I want to define myself.”
You said something else.
I said “I want to get a definition—or definitions of words. I want to be labeled. Annotated.”
You said “I don’t get it.”
And even though (of course) there is something to get, I said “I don’t know what you’re expecting to get.”
You said “I like it.” You kept talking. You offered suggestions like it was your idea.

And now you absolutely need to check out THE BIGGEST SANG BLEU EVER:

House of Gord and Jg Leather are pages presenting pretty advanced—and fascinating—BDSM and fetish scenes. So advanced it is quite inspiring way beyond the strict world of BDSM. In any case it is worth having a read at the introduction pages that allow a better understanding of what you will see…

I do recommend though, and I am not by any means joking that you only have a look if you have a real interest and understanding of this culture, otherwise it will certainly be more off-putting than anything else!

On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. Photographer Robert Wiles took a photo of McHale a few minutes after her death.

The photo ran a couple of weeks later in Life magazine accompanied by the following caption:

On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. ‘He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody,’ … Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb. Across the street photography student Robert Wiles heard an explosive crash. Just four minutes after Evelyn McHale’s death Wiles got this picture of death’s violence and its composure.

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Here is an interesting documentary that was recently released.
It’s official topic is the development of youth gangs as a response to the apparition of (nazi) skinhead gangs in Paris, in the 80’s. In my opinion, its main interest remains the documents more than the personal views and anecdotes expressed in it, for they often sound a bit too romanticized to be taken as such. Worth checking in any case!

(I only embed here the first part, I let you check out the rest directly from youtube…)