Remember Aaron Zachary Scott’s passport? It’s the one that that nasty label boss Joe Angular used to get into some shitty festival a month ago and then turned it into an autograph book for all the wonderful celebrities one can rub shoulders with when you’re dancing on the bleeding edge of the music industry. Well, now glance beneath and you can feast your peepers on the scribbles of the celebrated few, and once you’ve done that, you can buy the thing! And hold it in your hands! Or frame it! Read more »
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Bound children of the revolution
Did it ever occur to you that many celebrity children are just as much celebrities in their own right these days? And that they didn’t do much to get there? You know, like Kelly Osbourne or some shit. And do you have a lot of fetish photographs lying round the house and an internet connection that would allow you to download pictures of celebrity faces? Bet you wish you had, because then you could be a significant artist too. Read more »
Dear Vice, I am in love with you
Dear Rocky
I don’t know what it is. And I’ve been trying to come to terms with an unlikely infatuation that came to be during that London Fields house party last weekend. Is it the cascading mass of curls that falls from below the backwards New Era cap you favor so highly? The twinkle you get in those dark pools of eyes when making an unsavoury joke? The pencil thin ginger moustache? The uniform of Slayer T-shirt and oversized studded leather jacket? The bizarre, unplaceable accent that makes you sound like an Irish-American pig farmer? The way you told me you were “Sober, except for K?” Read more »
