tiny vices.

If ever you have a few spare momentos and feel like discovering something new I strongly suggest you tippity tap your way over to Tiny Vices, the online gallery & image archive founded by one of my all time favourite photographers Tim Barber. I know I tend to clammer on about him quite a bit but give me a break, the guy is fuck off amazing.

The idea is that upcoming artists can submit and upload their own work, but you’ll also find the usual suspects such as Dash Snow, Ryan McGinley and Ed Templeton floating around in there too.

Here’s some happy snaps shot by wiz kid Robin Schwartz.

blogs to blog about: downtownfrombehind.

It’s a pretty simple concept really, as the name would suggest Downtownfrombehind is a blog jam-packed full of photo snappies featuring people riding bikes…..wait for it…. from behind.

The clincher is that all the peddlers are total babes who have one wonderful thing in common, they are all living and breathing in New York. That’s why the streets look way cooler than the ones you & I walked down to get to work this morning. Bastards.

Hooray for up-the-bum-no-babies.

the row F/W ’11.

Damn those twin babetown punks, as if being successful and hot isn’t enough, now they are churning out fashion gold season after season.

If The Row’s Fall/ Winter 2011 collection wasn’t one of the best I’d seen in a while I’d probably hate those Olsen witches.

ryan and dan.

Found this neat little (well, not so little) interview between Lower East Side art royalty Ryan McGinley and Dan Colen. They are of course part of the infamously grubby and talented brat pack that once included my dream weaver Dash Snow as well.

Published in the one and only Interview Magazine last year, McGinley plays the interviewer, and because he is talking to his best friend as well as fellow artist, it’s a pretty solid insight into Colen’s life, more so than if questioned by a pro.

Look at how cool his shit is! Speaking of shit, thats totally bird poop below, well not really but man does it look like it…..

my narcissism is scarier than any demon you could conjure.

I have a killer case of the espresso martini brain fuzzies and thus, am treating myself to a little comic relief compliments of the kookady kooks at Thought Catalogue. That Ryan O’Connell, he is one funny dude….

Blogging ‘Bout My Generation

I don’t have a job because I’m young. Haven’t you read that New York Times piece about me? I don’t want to work. I’m just looking for a full-time job as a Young Unprofessional. The requirements would be to have no work ethic, show up to “work” hungover after having a wild night out, and tweeting mean things about my boss. Is anyone hiring? I need money to buy Kombucha and Xanax. This is serious. Give me a job, you crypt keepers! if not, I’ll just continue to be the person you want me to be—lying on my iKea couch watching Reality Bites. Life imitates blog.

I don’t know how to love anyone because I’m young. In other languages, “young” loosely translates to “heartless creep with a nice ass.” You better watch it because a young person with internet access is coming to a bed near you! If you disappoint me, I’ll tweet about it to my 1,298 followers.  I am that evil. People would describe me as a character on Skins mixed with any Bret Easton Ellis character. My narcissism is scarier than any demon you could conjure.

I don’t have any money because I’m young. But you know I still buy exclusively organic at Whole Foods and you know I’ll spend my last twenty dollars on a macrobiotic salad because I partied hard last night and need to start treating my body with respect. Money is overrated anyway. The real currency is in a blog comment, an American Apparel leotard, a new Twitter follower, a how to guide on living, dreaming, breathing.

I do tons of drugs because I’m young, Yikes, I have a headache. I better take an Oxy! I place no real value on my life, didn’t you know? I choose doing coke over having sex because meaningful connections terrify me and I’m just so disconnected. What is this? Real emotion? Get it off of me! Did I catch it? I better have vacuous sex with a stranger. I read somewhere that it’s the only way to get rid of real feelings. That’s what young people do anyway. Right?

I listen to Grizzly Bear because I’m young. I love riding my bike to the summer festivals in a crop top and tweeting, “Riding my beach cruiser in a crop top to see grizzly b. Summer skin, laughter and mimosas!” I’ll then do a Twitpic and post it to my Facebook and Tumblr, and by the end of the night, my vapid youth will have cum all over the world wide web. You’ll hate me for all of it because I’m young. I will feed into it exactly the way you want me to.

You want me to be bad, don’t you? You want to talk about how awful I am and how my generation is fucked and how I need to get a job and get some perspective and some feelings and a pair of boot cut jeans, for christ’s sake!  Fine. Because I’m young, I’ll give you something to blog about. But only because I’m young.

Images via Sophomore.

wooooo #7.

Babetown numero uno Jason Crombie has just sprinkled fairy dust over my day by confirming that the newest edition Wooooo Magazine is currently at the printers and will be in my hot little hands faster than I can say “MARRY ME CROMBIE.”

What is Wooooo? God I am that sick of explaining this to you. Here, read this….

blogs to blog about: terry’s diary.

Terry Richardson reminds me of Peanut butter crunchy; totally smooth and a little bit nutty. Well, maybe a lot nutty. But I love me some P&B and I love me some Terry. Known for his celebrity wrap sheet and suggestive photo shoots Richardson is quickly becoming a key player in modern Pop culture.

Quick and super easy to identify, all of Richardson’s images are vivid in colour and high in contrast. He has an unmistakable talent in persuading celebs and friends to pose in ways they might never have considered with anyone else. Join me in reaping the benefits over at Terry’s Diary now.

moonmilk.

Photographed by Ryan McGinley.

dash snow.

I had this crazy dream a few nights ago that I bought two kittens and named then Dash & Snow (they were tabbies and total bitches). Anyway, since then Monsieur Snow has been dancing his way around my brain and causing me to spend umpteen hours trawling the net for interviews/ articles/ videos relating to him & his work.

I probably had the dream because I really love Dash Snow, he was and still is one of my all time favourite artists and his tragic passing at the ripe age of 27 years old in 2009 totally broke my heart. As it did yours I’m sure.

Fellow artist and best friend Ryan McGinley wrote a pretty heart wrenching ditty to remember his homeboy, read it here via Vice Magazine.

This is my favourite bit….

He was the wildest kid I’ve ever known. He would tag everything and be running up on rooftops and climbing fire escapes. I remember when I first met him he had just done a fill-in on the side of the Brooklyn Bridge. It was insane. He climbed out on a tiny ledge on the outside of the bridge and did a huge Sace.

Snow’s polaroids via TinyVices.

undercover of darkness.

Hey! Fabrizio!