Six pretty pictures that were made with Sang Bleu mood in mind. And the able help of Simon Constable, Tessa, Bruce Argue, Sofie Nielander, Atsuko Kudo, Christian Louboutin, Nana Rapeblossom, October Noire and Jessica Love. Sure it won’t be the last we see of them in these parts.

28/10/2011 – 26/10/2011

With make up artists like Megumi, who needs a model.

Tomorrow! Exhibition of our personal friend, faithful contributor and legendary graffiti writer turned photographer Joao Ribeiro and featuring an exclusive performance of legendary N.O. MC Big Freedia.

On August 23rd during the earthquake, Bailey Hunter Robinson tattooed an eagle on a ball.

Javier Rodriguez posted a beautiful hand with a beautiful rose on his blog. Check out the purple nails.

You’ll find a lovely little bearded lady on Sarah Schor‘s blog.

That guy has not one but two feet sleeping on a bed of nail shoes, posted by Tomas Tomas. Those ones are not bad either. Man, you are strong.

At the London Science Museum, you’ll find child’s ankle support (Italy, 16th century) and others.


Mai-thu Perret has an opening at Haus Konstruktiv in Zuerich tonight, from 6 to 9pm.

Jon Leon talks about you being the creator, the transient, and you alone becoming responsible for the crash.

As he says, you will find “Drive” on the September theatre screens of America.


This asian guy gets a nice skull over at Chad Kkoeplinger’s and it is so well deserved.

Jean-Luc Verna just got his birthday.


Jonah Bokaer will take part to the UK National Conference structured around the thematic “digital futures in dance” between September 8 and 10 in Bournemouth.

Looks from the graduation collection of Frederick Hornof hanging at the styling for the Novembre #4 feature on the Antwerp Fashion Academy graduate collections, shot this week in Antwerp by Reto Schmid and Lee Wei Swee.

If the flesh is wholesome 
like a fresh coconut slice
then they are the flesh holes of some
 malnourished art deco bag of bones
that won’t stop at stop signs or a limelight
 or quit the gamble
when they are obviously ahead.

When the oreganos of a Summer morning

shift their aromas into my drugstore sleep, I declare
all my bad behaviors to be an act 
the way a kleptomaniac really wants
the attention of her ex-lover who is out snorkeling

with his latest girlfriend amongst those Miami starfish.

The tropical boys may swish their asses but they

batter the bloated hands that feed them
with their rainbow lips submerged and retarded.

Former Versace Mansion, Miami. Converted into Hotel Casa Casuarina…