We did a deal with Smart some time ago and they did this VICE car for us. We could keep it for 2 months and today is the last day. With tears in our eyes, we have to say goodbye to the VICE-mobile. Smart is not planning to produce this model in the near future. No more hipsters looking at us while cruising Mitte. No more offended hippies and groupie sex in the back. Goodbye VICE-Mobile.
Archive for March, 2006
GERMANY - THE CAR
GERMANY - INTERNS
Kira Pohl is the new intern for VICE Germany. She comes from Dortmund and, besides dancing like crazy to They Might Be Giants, opening beers with ANY part of her body and writing her university final essay on Walter Benjamin, she designs and draws every single envelope and package that leaves this office on a daily basis. Rainbows, hearts, squirrels, ponys and unicorns. Think Lisa Frank post mental breakdown. At the beginning we thought it was totally dumb, we were like "hey dude, stop doing this shit, it’s totally stupid". Well, guess what? Our business associates LOVE IT. Clients and advertisers are writing us and asking for the lovely person behind such wonderful creations. "It cheers up my day" they say. Thanks to her we’re getting loads of perks and free goodies. Like the Nixon Gold Edition for our Editor.
LONDON - OLD BLUE LAST RELAUNCH
The Old Blue Last is celebrating getting a full live license on Friday
April 7th and we’re throwing a huge party with live bands and DJs.
There’ll be live sets from Vincent Vincent & The Villains, The
Rumble Stripes and a special secret guest.
For the indie gossip crowd, this is the first time that the Villains and The
Rumble Strips have ever shared a stage together. Charlie, the lead singer of
The Rumble Strips quit VVV last year to form his own group and there’s been
a bit of bad blood between them since. Should be interesting.
And here’s the new VVV video. It has choreographed dancing. It’s like an
East London version of West Side Story but without any women. At first our
reaction was "WTF where they thinking?" but it grows on you after a while.
As well as all this, there’ll be DJs from Bloc Party, Babyshambles, Har Mar, and
People Are Germs, VICE’s all-girl superhero DJ team / party enthusiasts.
LONDON - ARSE CUBE PARTIES
LONDON - FAVOURITE SONS
Favourite Sons are this great new NYC band from
ex-Rollerskate Skinny man Ken Griffith. They make sharp Bunnymen-ish pop
and are currently making their first trip round the UK supporting
their new EP "Treason." It’s out on Loog over here and VICE Recordings has
it in the US.
Listen: No One Ever Dies Young
LONDON - 1965 RECORDS
This guy signed The
Strokes and The Libertines. He has just set up a new record label called 1965 Records.
Here’s some photos
from the launch party last night. There’s also a short video of their first signing, The View. They’re from Dundee and sound
like a punkier, more aggressive version of The Libertines (first album before
they kicked Pete out).
Video: Wasted Little DJs
NEW YORK - SECRET KITTY PLAY FUNDRAISER / STRIPTEASE - SATURDAY
See this guy strip! No thanks.
Says Kitty Play: sooooo im really strapped for cash, and dave friggle gave me this great idea how i can make money. apparently there is this place in the DUMBO section of Brooklyn where hipster dudes can get paid to strip. im not into this sorta thing but hell, sometimes a boy gets desperate.
im starting by performing to Rocket From The Crypt’s cover of the Ray Charles classic "Lose Your Clown" and a few other awesome surprise numbers. this seriously might be a once in a lifetime chance to see me take it all off in front of a crowd and get rowdy. i met with the owners of the club tonight and gave them a short private set. it was pretty hectic but they seemed really swell and complimented me on my package!!! also they said if this saturday goes well i can come back next week. so cross your fingers.
im pretty excited about this oppurtunity to strut my stuff but im also really nervous.
VICE/ADICOLOR
Since everyone around the VICE office wears desert boots or brogues (or heels, for the ladies), we were a little surprised when adidas asked us to design a pair of sneakers for them and their adicolor line. But, fuck it - we did it. We used the logo for our pub in London (The Old Blue Last) for the graphics, and had the shoe made out of white denim, with VICE Pink (the color of our headlines in the mag) for the sole. Then we got adidas to make us a white denim jacket with the pub’s logo embroidered really big on the back, so that you can see what a genius Jeneleen Capper is (she designed the logo).
Here’s an interview with Gavin, explaining the idea behind the shoe and jacket - plus there’s a link to a video adidas had done, with Jenna Jameson in it. The whole thing is coming out in May in Europe, Asia and Australia and is perfect for summer. Except in Australia, where it’s perfect for winter.
NEW YORK - TONIGHT! HUNTER BARNES
One of our favorite photographers these days is this dude Hunter Barnes. He’s having an opening tonight at Milk Gallery 450 West 15th (at 10th Ave) from 7 to 10PM. All his recent work will be there including tons from his new book Outside of Life.
Go here and see for yourself.
LONDON - THE RACONTEUR’S SECRET WEAPON
Okay, The Raconteurs are good and everything but the main reason so many people went to see them play in London this week is because of Jack White. As a rapper would say: “He’s one of the best that did it.”
There’s the amazing guitar playing, his superstar stage presence, and that cheeky grin coupled with a genuine intensity and soul that makes you think: “I wish he was my friend.” You can count on one hand the number of rock frontmen who make you feel like that.
Another BIG feature of Jack’s many talents is, perversely, never really mentioned in any of the articles the papers and magazines write about him. The reason?
Umm … that HUGE FUCKING DICK?
A gay friend who witnessed the recent secret show at the Vinyl Factory in Poland St reported: “I’d read a rumour or two in NME about the size of his willy but when I came close to Jack and checked out this crotch, I saw a thing I can only describe as if like Hercules stuffed a Grand Piano into a sausage skin made out of iron.”
SCANDINAVIA - PUBLIC PORNO
Did you hear that they just legalised porn in Norway? What were they doing before? Did they draw pictures of naked ladies and gentleman frolicking in the forest?
The case has been in court for forever, but now they’ve made it legal to sell videos or magazines depicting “normal sex” (Jap scat still not allowed). There’s since been a frenzy of jizz-mag buying on the streets of every city in the country.
NEW ZEALAND - PARANOIA
Since we’ve set up office in Auckland NZ we’ve been keeping an eye on this suspicious looking building directly across the road. It used to be a car racing shop thingy where they sold stuff to make your car sound like it had a sniffy nose and those deep seats which make you look two feet tall. Anyway, they moved out and then the new guys moved in. They gutted the insides, installed a beefy roller security door and put up what was initially a Computer Repairs sign…half of which blew down weeks ago and was never put up again. In the last three months that I’ve been snooping I haven’t seen a single computer go in there for repair and the same three people are lurking around at all hours of the day and night, an Asian lady and two young men. So they’re either filming low budget Kiwi porn or brewing the other Kiwi obsession, meth. I’ve got my money on the latter. Hopefully.
NEW YORK - RAP UPDATE
For this first installment of Viceland Rap, we’ve enlisted our hip hop correspondent and Dirty South specialist Young Nizzle.
Ayo first of all, that track “Tell Me Bout The South” is terrible.
Just when we go and jock Lil’ Wayne (left), his guest verse (on a
washed-up Timbaland track, no less) is fucking awful. Like, it sounds
out of synch and everything. Somebody please explain.
And somebody (else) should’ve stated this by now: “Stay Fly”
inaugurated the return of the posse cut. DJ Khaled followed with the
ridiculous “Holler At Me Baby” featuring (a slightly better sounding)
Lil’ Wayne, Paul Wall, Fat Joe, Pitbull, plus your boy and mine, Rick
Ross. Oh, and speaking of Rick Ross, “Hustling” = song of the year. I
read somebody dissing that record the other day. What are you, nuts? …
