Mother’s Milk
“At least I tell the truth about myself. I know I’m a dirty little whore, because I also know nothing in my life will be on my looks. Cum on my face. Go ahead. I don’t care. I swallow. I do the worst. That’s why guys love me. I bet your little size-2 blonde bitch won’t do that. What’s she say, ‘Ooh, germs!’ ”
By John Michael Cummings.
The Daylight At the Other End
When Tom McCarthy read his International Necronautical Society classic Navigation Was Always a Difficult Art at the Palais de Tokyo in Paris on 15 February, the evening was disrupted by Alexander Brener and Barbara Schurz. Here, you can see the latter mooning the author, who later confided: “From where I was sitting you could see […]
We Are Awake
There are screams. Inhuman. Inhumane. Animals killing each other or fucking–it’s hard to tell the difference between the two.
By Myfanwy Collins.
Psychogeography: Merlin Coverley
I’m pretty sure if Guy Debord could pick up a copy of The Independent today, and Will Self’s column didn’t have the header it does, it wouldn’t have any bearing, he’d probably skip straight past it and think nothing of it. It has no bearing at all. Nothing.
William Blake, Guy Debord, Will Self… Lee Rourke talks to Merlin Coverley.