I keep on asking myself, what it is exactly I’m doing with my life. Where are the blocks that I’m supposed to click together? Did I already use up all the legos? Holy Christ I sure hope not. I’ve been smoking a couple of doobs during the past few years. [ Continue Reading ]
You’re sitting on an airplane. Your suit. A creamy brown. The year. Sometime between 1969 and 1975. You swirl a glass of red wine before you take the final savoury sip. “What’s this,” you say. “a 1936?” The gentleman in white corrects you. “37” he says. You nod your head in acknowledgment. He hands you a card made of gold and salutes you just before the plane hangar opens like the belly of a shark split down the middle. [ Continue Reading ]
There are moments in this misty sort of confusion we call our lives where we see something that sort of reminds us that things are usually more good than bad. It is so easy to be cynical and people think that it may be better to be cynical because there lays the mystery. Because you know, dark and mysterious is all the rage. Does it make someone deep? Maybe. If its genuine. But there has to be a balance to everything. I know. I know. What a tool Mac. Yin and Yang. I know. I know. But sunny people get annoying and dark people seem kinda fake. But asofterworld.com….seems to have found the perfect formula.
Fall into a place where finding the demoralizing creepy is no feat at all. Where horror is a dismal lullaby and you run to find some gray door. There is a duality of man but all you see is some dark reflection that refuses you to fall asleep. So you do what most of we idiots do. You light up a cigarette. Grab a glass and sink into a cavity of mental daggers and blank chests. [ Continue Reading ]
Gritty like the sludge collecting behind a manhole in a city where the sun never seems to break from the grime. Where everything is bleak and the buildings are towers piercing the sky. Dark and twisted with a vibe from the twenties lingering on. There are so many sights that seem like madness melting through the concrete of social sanity. Lazy eyes squinted in cigarette smoke. The corner stone of what a metropolis is on the very inside. This is the maddening world of Bill Sienkiewicz and you should only delve in if you’re not such a sensitive pussy. [ Continue Reading ]
Make no mistake, for this image staring right at you is no photograph. This image was painted by hand, by the very talented NY based painter Alyssa Monks. Depending on the size resolution in which the image is being displayed on your computer, it is very easy to think her wonderful intricate paintings are simple photographs taken during a very intimate moment; but they reveal to be even more disturbingly real (some of her paintings can be over 6ft high!) [ Continue Reading ]