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Force of Hobbit
Monday, May 24, 2010
In honor of the brand-new owner of the same-old Nets, some ill Cyrillic “Lord of the Rings” art. Mikhail Prokhorov, not at all unshaken having lost the first pick in the 2010 NBA Draft, says he wants to rename the club when it moves to Brooklyn. Why not the Brooklyn Wizards?
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Black N Blue Bowl 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Just a couple photos of some distinguished gentlemen who made appearances at Webster Hall in NYC this Saturday for the Black N Blue Bowl (formerly the Superbowl of Hardcore).
Mark Ryan, Andy Guida (in an Altercation tee), and Jon Biviano of Supertouch. They played “Better.”
Holy Land Grand Stand
Friday, April 2, 2010
Israel is many things, but most of all a strange place. Rabbis driving tractors, Arab and German foods comingling, men-only gyms. Plenty of Anglo-Saxons (Americans, Canadians, etc. are called that) sticking out like sore thumbs. There’s nothing softer than an Anglo-Saxon college grad, and nothing harder than the Gaza Strip, but the two meet often. And there are weirder things out there than the interns: Hoards of street cats, mile-long tilted highways, dripping soapy water everywhere. It’s hard to describe what it’s like to live there, but these photos do a great job. Elizabeth is an excellent photographer, but (or maybe and) Israel really looks like this. Plenty of beaches and friendly people, but just as many drizzly weekdays and everything else. Like any homestead, sometimes it’s just a place to be.
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DOLO
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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One night awhile back, we were leaving the movies and saw a crowd at Union Square watching something. We followed, it was a fight. Lots of people fighting. The one fight we saw from the start was between a couple of young kids, no older than 16. A lean one who knew what he was doing, the other a chubby Puerto Rican kid. He held his own for more than a few minutes, but tried to relay a spin move into a punch, and didn’t look good doing it. Most people just kept cheering, although I caught a bigger dreadlocked guy in skinny black jeans laughing. The crowd was big, mostly young, but with a few security guards and women, for measure. It was like your regular bus stop crowd1 but bigger.
- See Harvard Square, etc.
- Some grammar was changed, but very little.
- Who is this? I don't have any idea. I'm assuming it's some sort of referee, though the one time we were there there was no real referee. It could have been the guy I laughed with, but according to their MySpace, last accessed July 23, 2009 — that was a man named Legend.
- I wouldn't say this is an art form, or that it's even that cool, but what do I know? A man named Dito Montiel sang for Major Conflict, one of the all-time greats, and as a graduated mind made a successful film about fighting. We might indeed be out of the loop. Either that, or it's one of those weird NYC things (bowler hats, skateboarding, Patti Smith, and what have you) that I just don't have my finger on.
Footnotes
Life’s a Beach
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
There’s nothing better than the beach, and, unrelated or otherwise, there are very few in Canada. I went to my first beach when I was 21 and knew I was an American. Lauren was the Glen E. Friedman of 2002-2005, documenting an era that, for many of us, was the best it got. She’s not too different from Glen these days either, in that she lives by the water (I’m guessing he does too).
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Doggs
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Ben Rayner lives in London with his wife and cat. He likes to play his guitar loud and fast, and he loves his stout. Ben’s latest exhibit is happening in Tokyo. Trumbull Island will be cashing in our frequent flyer miles to send one lucky reader along to work the door. That lucky reader? Yep, Josh Feola.
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Hardbodies
Monday, March 29, 2010
The body has many functions and interpretations. Various communities have been formed whose members are stimulated and committed to displaying their bodies. Upon entrance into these tightly knit circles, there are competitions that determine the perfect members. Line up, walk, display, judge.
The world of bodybuilding consists of individuals from diverse backgrounds, all interested in meeting the demands of an idolized physique. Using weightlifting, diet, tanning and oils, the bodies within this industry may seem extraordinary and exaggerated to the outside world.
Through photography, I am interested in capturing the tradition of bodybuilding and the competitive, robust nature of the shows. Through artistic speculation of this extreme practice, I hope to bring question to all the radical and conservative practices we partake in to reach an ideal.
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Solie Says
Thursday, February 25, 2010
I’m watching Spongebob Squarepants!
What else?
I have no elbow!
Huh?
Wanna see a picture of my brother?
OK.
Nick of Tim: That’s What Friends are for
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Nate Turbow is a cartoonist and a DJ living in New York City. Follow him on twitter for updates on the party of life, or if you ever need a little extra motivation to do something awful.
What Dat?
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
He didn’t get the “American Gangster” soundtrack, but wrote a record anyway. On Sunday, Jay-Z likely missed out on halftime to The Who, but sang a joint anyways. Why not? I would have been more into a classics set from UNLV, but it might be a better idea to save that kind of forward-thinking for a Patriots-Buccaneers Superbowl.
Eye on Freeport Pt. 2
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Back for more, are you? Wielding our camera like a rusty machete, we crudely bushwhack further into L.L. Bean’s hunting section to bring you photographic evidence of some very special products. Dog boots, magnum honkers, and a cornucopia of wild animal scents. I bet this girl’s mom is on Bean’s mailing list … where else is she going to find shit to stuff Wolfie’s stocking with for Christmas? We’ve also captured some historical images from the company’s 1912 Cafe. But you don’t have to go back in time to find a good pair of boots — Bean’s Freeport store is open 24/7, no kidding, and they still make ‘em like they used to.1
- For the most part. Some products are no longer made in the USA. But that's quibbling...
Footnotes
Eye on Freeport pt. 1
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
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You know how it is when you’re home, for the holidays, and you just need to get the fuck out of the house?
Welcome to Freeport, Maine, famous for its outlet shopping and being home to the great American outdoor wear and boot manufacturer, L.L. Bean. Freeport is a coastal town in Southern Maine, though its retail center, bisected by Route 1, is not oriented on the waterfront. It is home to the world’s tallest Native American (pictured above) and Joan Benoit Samuelson, the Olympic marathon champion. There is an area of land protected by the Audubon Society called the Mast Landing Bird Sanctuary located just one mile east of downtown Freeport. The preserve is oddly juxtaposed with L.L. Bean, who sells everything you or your dog would ever need to trap, confuse, or assassinate any type of foul that might even consider sticking their beak in Mast Landing. I don’t know why you’d want to do that, though, so just take it easy, man.
Haircuts
Monday, January 25, 2010
12 Big Pictures
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
These screengrabs from the Big 12 championship game likely speak for themselves, so consider the following closed-captioning for our hearing impaired readers.
Halfway through the Big 12 championship game, Texas is ahead. They ran in a touchdown the first half, but aside from that, Longhorns quarterback Colt McCoy didn’t do so well (he threw three picks in the game and sort of loafed the last play, before time was put back on the clock). I wasn’t impressed with much of the football in the early going and it looked like Bevo, even less so.
Gotta Fight the Hard Way
Friday, November 20, 2009
“60 Minutes” ran a story on Sunday about improvised explosive devices (IEDs), or roadside bombs, the deadliest artillery found in Afghanistan, and the elite American squads dedicated to finding and disabling them. The units are known as Task Force Paladin, and their job is so crazy that the only way to join the team is to volunteer. Luckily for them, they ride in some of the most badass vehicles on the planet, designed to sustain blasts somewhere in the range between that of a plasma grenade and an Age Of Quarrel mushroom cloud. Force Protection, Inc out of South Carolina, “has become the nation’s leading center for blast protection technology and research to counter improvised explosive devices.” As a tribute to our troops, the dangerous work they do, and the awe-inspiring design of the vehicles they depend on, we present to you a look at Force Protection’s product line.
Annals of Headgear
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
“I love college,” the songwriter Asher Roth said so very long ago. And we laughed.
But you know, I really do. I treasure the rich experience of my higher education, and looking back, don’t miss for much. Still, when I gaze upon these hats, I see the thousands of collegiate careers I have, do and will live out in alternate universes. Like that one where I’m a Gamecock. Or the one where I go to Tulane. There’s one where I get serious about swimming instead of hanging out in the parking lot with the exchange students. But here I am, and there you are — wouldn’t you agree that these dimensionally-restrictive, linear lifetimes can be an awful drag? With only crude links to the all-seeing, all-experiencing, multi-dimensional consciousness of my being, I’m left here with but fleshen nostalgia and a wish to rock all the gear, to nap on all those quads… to tear down the uprights at Wisconsin, to wake up at six in the morning for two-a-days at Hobart, etc. So for now, these jpeg mosaics will have to do.
You see, I’m not much of a “hat guy”1 anymore, but my feelers out in the Junk Hustle current went all a-twitter the other day, and I found the mother lode in eBay seller inyourcourtsports’ items. The hats pictured, which were manufactured by The Game Headwear in the ’90s, are to me the epitome of college athletic and aesthetic cool. They say everything in plain letters with only a couple thin, colored lines on a (usually) white 35/65 blend. It’s a classic design — try finding one that looks bad. Heck, just try finding one. You can’t.
Here you’ll find a sampling of what is out there, along with our thoughts on some of the more striking specimens.
- I'm certainly no Shorts Guy. But who is? Well, this one guy, in Central Jersey, who wears shorts in the winter. I forget his name, but he played JV Hockey at Holy Cross and if you call his dad and ask for Shorts Guy, you'll reach him.
- Yea boi.
- Full name Young Alex of Bite.
- Proline status, so just a footnote.
- Strength, loyalty.
Footnotes
Nick of Tim: No Way Out
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Into the fold we welcome Nate Turbow, with his Nick of Tim funny. It has been said this young DJ was run out of Cleveland years ago for his involvement with a deviant underground newsletter known as RIGAMAROLE, and we’re pretty sure this is true. Be that as it may, the scritch-scratching of his quill is enjoyed by many through his Dreaming and Scheming site, and can now be found within the pages of Trumbull Magazine/Trumbull Island. Spiritually daunting, romantically obtuse, and politically magnetic, his work is executed with a poignancy unparalleled in contemporary art and media. He was once quoted as saying, “If God wanted me to do something with my life he/she wouldn’t have invented drugs and women.”
Molly & Sam
Thursday, October 15, 2009
One night Gerri F. Baby1 introduced me to Jaramay Aref, and Molly and Sam.
- Gerri the runaway from New Hampshire, muse to Ryan McGinley, a.k.a. doing shit like this. Always pleased as punch to see Gerri, who never has a phone but always a girlfriend.