The girls in Front magazine have tattoos. Front magazine is about punk girls and emo chicks now. The girls break the mould. They have personality. Jamie Theakston prefers images of naked punk girls, they are stronger individuals, they are more unique. He hates the idea that a woman might bleach her hair blonde or get fake tits to be in porn. He thinks that women having surgery and homogenising their looks to appeal to a restrictive, whitewashed image of what a man finds attractive is wrong. Jamie prefers natural breasts, he doesn’t mind what size they are. Jamie Theakston is a modern feminist man
One of my lovely customers sent me a message today with this link.
And here is my United/World of Love line:
My heart sank a little bit. The World/United States of Love line that I created is one of the reasons that I was able to quit my full-time job. They even stole the…
Wait, why isn’t “drinking” on there?!
Drinking totally should be on there.
Photo by Gavin
this thing won’t be out in book form for another six months but it’s coming (vehicule press, spring 2014)
A RATHER LOVELY NEW GRIZZLY BEAR SONG
This has appeared online today. It’s taken from the upcoming expanded reissue of Shields. CS
Poppies no longer represent what they initially were created for. Every year we have remembrance services where those in power in the state talk about our military and giving thanks to their courage, whilst handily forgetting that when current soldiers often come back from tours of Afghanistan, it’s up to charities to mend what’s been broken. The state absolves almost all responsibility.
fuck the poppies, and fuck nationalism. they are too far hijacked by drum-beating war-mongers to be saved now. (via tooyoungforthelivingdead)
I will be repeating my trend of refusing to wear a poppy and I think you should too!(via boomvagynamite)
really doesn’t seem to align with what the original post was saying…
So I’m writing this not only in the hope that everyone will cross me off the list of writers to hit up for free content but, more important, to make a plea to my younger colleagues. As an older, more accomplished, equally unsuccessful artist, I beseech you, don’t give it away. As a matter of principle. Do it for your colleagues, your fellow artists, because if we all consistently say no they might, eventually, take the hint. It shouldn’t be professionally or socially acceptable — it isn’t right — for people to tell us, over and over, that our vocation is worthless.