Esmeralda of 2dm sent these beautiful illustrations by Ricardo Fumanal

Wait,
Whose
Woods
Are
These?
Mr.
Frost,
Please.

Haven’t
You
Heard
Of
Broken
Treaties?

Of
Course,
You
Still
Have
Promises
To
Keep.

Your
Pastoral
Horse
Shit
Is
Deep.

Poem by Sherman Alexie.
Photographs by Herbert List.

The very best.

From his book/ new exhibition,  Exercise At Home. Not sure that these really are tattoos but I hope so. Does anyone know?

(His first book Gymnasium is great).

Luke Smalley 1955-2009

(Thanks, Kate)

As I was looking for my way along the obscure shores of the Seine, I bumped into a pretty heterogeneous group of punks and (red)skins and dogs who seemed as lost as me. The way I was looking for was that of the “Peniche Alternat” where a little festival was taking place. As I arrived, the band I was hoping to watch performing—Hard Times—had already started and their singer Philippe AKA Avichai—his david cross fircly swinging around his neck—was already “singing” and jumping on and off the stage. I very quickly got into the mood and I must say that the show was amazing! The sound was surprisingly good, which made the lyrics discernible. Very happy experience, and cultural travel for the curious minded. By the way, Philippe had told me that he moved too fast to be photographed. Now I know he wasn’t joking!

Hard Times will be in SB5, photographed by Julien Lachaussée & interviewed by me.

found on our friend alban’s blog

I could never, ever, ever see enough of Debbie Harry and here she is with Duncan Hannah in Amos Poe’s Unmade Beds, 1976

“It is the story of an artist: a medium, an ego, and a changed society. He thinks his camera is a gun, he thinks he is Belmondo, and he thinks New York is Paris. His fate is therefore doomed.”
—Amos Poe, 1982