Swedish artist/jeweler George Chamoun has made a digital collage series called Iconatomy (Icon + Anatomy). The series splices present day icons with their counterparts from yesteryear. I can't work out who the biggest mutant babe would be... but I'm leaning towards the Hepburn/Portman monster.
Crayon Fields' frontman Geoffrey O'Connor will be releasing Vanity Is Forever, his first album under his own name, on September 24. From the couple of singles he's released so far it sounds like it's going to be one of the Australian releases of the year. Below is one of those singles, the sexy and synthy "Whatever Leads Me To You", which Geoffrey himself made and directed.
Shaun Clayton took a series of 1950s/60s-era coffee commercials and edited them down
to just the moments when the guys were the biggest jerks to their wives
about coffee.
The exceptionally prolific and talented Toro Y Moi has just released a new EP, Freaking Out. Life must be doing good things for Mr Moi (Chaz Bundick), because this is upbeat as hell. Check out an unofficial video for the closing track, "I Can Get Love".
This blog has somehow been nominated for the Pedestrian Blogster Awards in the "Design-Photography" section. Now if it was Everybody Wins A Trophy Day then we'd be sitting pretty, but unfortunately there's only one winner, and that's where we need your help! All you need to do is click on the link below, and vote for Das Monk. It takes two seconds and if you do, we'll be sending you some good thoughts via the Karma/Venga bus.
German artist Ursus Werhli has just released ‘The Art of Clean Up’, a book comprising everyday objects and situations reorganised into their neatly laid out components. I don't know whether Werhli has OCD or is just incredibly clever, but the results are fascinatingly beautiful.
The Rum Diary by the late great Hunter S Thompson is one of my favourite novels, and now after years of Hollywood executive bullshit (read below), it finally exists. Produced by and starring Thompson's old mate Johnny Depp, this is definitely my most anticipated upcoming film of the year.
The below letter from Thompson to production executive Holly Sorensen in 2001 explains (in one of Hunter's great, hilarious rants) why this movie took so long to get off the ground...
"Hunter S. Thompson
Woody Creek
HOLLY SORENSON / Shooting Gallery / Hollywood / Jan 22 ‘01
Dear Holly,
Okay, you lazy bitch, I’m getting tired of this waterhead fuckaround that you’re doing with The Rum Diary.
We are not even spinning our wheels aggresivly. It’s like the whole
Project got turned over to Zombies who live in cardboard boxes under the
Hollywood Freeway… I seem to be the only person who’s doing anything
about getting this movie Made. I have rounded up Depp, Benicio Del Toro,
Brad Pitt, Nick Nolte & a fine screenwriter from England, named
Michael Thomas, who is a very smart boy & has so far been a pleasure
to talk to & conspire with…
So there’s yr. fucking Script & all you have to do now is act
like a Professional & Pay him. What the hell do you think Making a
Movie is all about? Nobody needs to hear any more of that Gibberish
about yr. New Mercedes & yr. Ski Trips & how Hopelessly Broke
the Shooting Gallery is…. If you’re that fucking Poor you should get out
of the Movie Business. It is no place for Amateurs & Dilletants who
don’t want to do anything but “take lunch” & Waste serious people’s
Time.
Fuck this. We have a good writer, we have the main parts casted &
we have a very marketable movie that will not even be hard to make….
And all you are is a goddamn Bystander, making stupid suggestions
& jabbering now & then like some half-bright Kid with No Money
& No Energy & no focus except on yr. own tits…. I’m sick of
hearing about Cuba & Japs & yr. Yo-yo partners who want to
change the story because the violence makes them Queasy.
Shit on them. I’d much rather deal with a Live asshole than a Dead
worm with No Light in his Eyes…. If you people don’t want to Do Anything
with this movie, just cough up the Option & I’ll talk to someone
else. The only thing You’re going to get by quitting and curling up in a
Fetal position is relentless Grief and Embarrassment. And the one thing
you won’t have is Fun…
Okay, That’s my Outburst for today. Let’s hope that it gets Somebody
off the dime. And if you don’t Do Something QUICK you’re going to
Destroy a very good idea. I’m in the mood to chop yr. fucking hands off.