By Alexander Nemerov How do we account for the strangeness of Andrew Wyeth’s art of the 1940s? How, that is, beyond discerning the surrealist undertones, finding the magic realist… Read More
I take my dog for a walk on the beach in the morning and in the evening. Sometimes during the day, we just lay together in the grass, listening to the sound of… Read More
“There are a lot of different ways people get in trouble in the surf. They might not notice the rips, or dangers in the waves. So you’ve got to be smart in the… Read More
* The only space I’ve inhabited has been my self. Ask me where one street intersects with another hereabouts and I couldn’t tell you. Ask me their names and I’d say Never heard… Read More
Yessir, the latest issue in now available in the hand at a few select stores in New South Wales, Australia!!
PS I looked up this mysterious name, ‘Rosmarin’, that you – with such inscrutable merriment! – bestowed on me during our time amongst the rocks. Nothing to do with roses, as it turns… Read More
THE CHAIRMAN (of Quiksilver) IS AN ASSHOLE.
Powerful stuff. This film will challenge your choices and the commodified lives we choose to lead, to their very core. Captured is a way of life so near our own but oh so… Read More
I think it is sheer enthusiasm that drives it, and infects those who come into contact with it. The enthusiasm is passed on and I find it intoxicating. Independent publishing reveals that there… Read More