Category Archives: yr guess good as mine
in hopes of days brighter
The touristy picture par excellence. But it is where we live.
a well regulated militia (bang bang shoot shoot)
from the kazi archives: it's out of love, baby
Winter 2005. Worst year of my life. Arafat Kazi and the girl who worked at the Fluevog store in Boston.
I feel your fist and I know it's out of love
A killer example of late 70s/early 80s comic art– courtesy of an unsung journeymen, the great Walt Simonson. I often find that my tastes in 20th Century mass culture run not to The Stewards & The Highly Acclaimed, but rather … Continue reading
what you needed when you had it when you wanted it
4:37pm. June 23rd, 2008. Eugene, Oregon. Train station. Bootleg wireless. Yeti sez: drink of me and live forever.
European Psychedelic Art — Bob Dylan
LESSONS LEARNED AT 12:30AM ON A SAN FRANCISCO NIGHT
“it’s a to zed and back again, like this river on which we waddle,” said Pooh to Piglet, his dangling paw stroking against the lapping water.
A Late Nite Sojourn to the Old Stone Mill
A Late Nite Sojourn to The Old Stone Mill/Viking Tower of Newport, Rhode Island. From the recent archives of the black magic wielder. (Some say a witch.)
Gandalf Grooves
Front image of The Berkeley Barb, Volume 3, Number 21, Issue 119, 1966. Taken from Free Press: Underground and Alternative Publications, 1965-1975, edited by Jean-Francois Bizot. Note the date. Possibly the last time that any underground freak would draw … Continue reading