"No, it's nice. There's all these young girls and the sun's not too bad... Oh, you meant me? I'm just the same old shitty Carl."Comments/Enlarge |
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If Yasser Arafat was a pretty, suburban girl who went to F.I.T. he would look like this. The utilitarian Chucks, ripped tights, and heavy baggage show she’s been through a lot of shit (like getting kicked out of Lebanon and dealing with Netanyahu) but the fancy homemade shirt means she’s not bitter and still wants to fuck (like the Oslo Accords). Comments/Enlarge |
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Rhoda, come on. The sun’s up. We need to call it a night. “You know what? If you pussies want to throw in the towel, fair fucks to you, b’bye. I am going to see what this parade’s all about and let the party take me where it may. See you back at the hotel, ladies.” Comments/Enlarge |
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Bright, Shiny Morning; Wives, Wheels, Weapons is a new book that pairs excerpts from James Frey’s latest novel Bright, Shiny Morning with photographs by Terry Richardson. The pictures focus on three essential components of LA’s mutant DNA: fuckable moms, big guns wielded by gang members, and the mega-highways that connect all the strange, terrible, and wonderful parts of Los Angeles to each other. Here are some of our favorite photos from this excellent new book, which is published by JMC & GHB Editions.
