Across the road from the previously mentioned apocaplyptic interstellar vessel, is a likely facility of Dr Moreau‘s. What dark creatures are brought to life here?
I’ve never set foot into the WACA in all the years I’ve lived here. It always makes me think of an apocalyptic spaceship from an 80s sci-fi flick, in all its monstrous, gargantuan proportions, with a weird fragile melancholy. Its outer walls made for a great exploratory nightwalking session, when I finally decided to take a good look at the concrete beast that crouches down the road from where I work. There are lots of images in this post, so be warned if you’re on a slower connection.
Home, where the heart is. Plain enough of a concept, one I’ve never grasped. “Home” to me, has always meant “the place where I’m staying,” sans the inherent warmth and glow and ties and sentiments that the word evokes. It’s simply a dwelling I come back to after the working day, shower, eat and sleep, a place where my stuff is stored.
I never realised how much I enjoyed walking/running until I couldn’t do it anymore. Before this point, if you asked me about exercise, my standard response would be “anything but running,” despite the fact that I did actually go jogging sporadically.
We interrupt our regular weekend silence to bring you this utterly unreal short film of Guillaume Nery base jumping at Dean’s Blue Hole, filmed on breath hold (!!!) by Julie Gautier. It is nothing short of an effing beautiful production. Seriously, watch it. It’s worth 4 minutes and 18 seconds of your life. Fuck, wow. Thank you Flemming for sharing.
Vladimir Putin is many things: former KGB agent, confident world leader and keen judo player to name but three. His role as a saviour of experimental photography is less well known. Full article here