Dudes don’t just go and buy bracelets like this, they acquire them. As part of a barter deal from a farmer in Lagos perhaps. Discovered in the footwell of a borrowed kayak. Found amongst the detritus of a long abandoned Venice Beach campsite. This kind… Read More
Yeah man, “fuck key“. Fuck all the keys. In fact, hang on, that’s a point. Why ‘key’ singular? This key ring can carry a number of keys? Then again, I’ve always thought the same about Football – it should be ‘Feetball’ surely? Whatever. This is… Read More
With the weather at least vaguely drifting towards the not cold, this is post could barely be more inappropriate. Having said that, these woolly OAMC hats have just dropped at Union in Los Angeles which is, you know, quite a hot place, so… well, that’s… Read More
It would appear we are well and truly entering the era of ‘Fool Britannia’. And as the British people have voted to become both a global laughing stock, a haven for racist ideology and provoke a fresh recession, I dare say it won’t be long… Read More
Last night I caught a play about the band Joy Division. New Dawn Fades tells the now familiar story of Curtis’ battle with epilepsy and depression against the backdrop of the band’s formation and rise during the late 70s. After 24 Hour Party People, Control… Read More
Stupid shit I want #4368. It’s a little corduroy pouch. A pencil case basically. I don’t use pencils. Or pens really. You could use it for makeup. But I don’t use that either. From the image it’s difficult to ascertain it’s dimensions, but I’m guessing… Read More
