A most frabjous bday to this freak, furniture maker, science fiend, antique dealer, amateur rapper, chapeau collector and Detroit degenerate. Oh yeah, and he plays guitar. (BTS from recording Boarding House Reach shot by dear old friend @davidjamesswanson What a fun session!) @officialjackwhite @thirdmanrecords
A most frabjous bday to this freak, furniture maker, science fiend, antique dealer, amateur rapper, chapeau collector and Detroit degenerate. Oh yeah, and he plays guitar. (BTS from recording Boarding House Reach shot by dear old friend @davidjamesswanson What a fun session!) @officialjackwhite @thirdmanrecords
A most frabjous bday to this freak, furniture maker, science fiend, antique dealer, amateur rapper, chapeau collector and Detroit degenerate. Oh yeah, and he plays guitar. (BTS from recording Boarding House Reach shot by dear old friend @davidjamesswanson What a fun session!) @officialjackwhite @thirdmanrecords
A most frabjous bday to this freak, furniture maker, science fiend, antique dealer, amateur rapper, chapeau collector and Detroit degenerate. Oh yeah, and he plays guitar. (BTS from recording Boarding House Reach shot by dear old friend @davidjamesswanson What a fun session!) @officialjackwhite @thirdmanrecords
So honored that MasterClass has asked me to make a seminar on the art of music production, hair hygiene, and what it’s like to have severe ADHD! Here’s a preview with many unreleased tunes to dispel the vicious Discord rumors Uni broke up (again lol)⚡️ @uniandtheurchins @masterclass
I collected these vintage kimonos while working in Japan at 16. They’re gossamery and flimsy as spider silk, made in the early 1910s, adding a rare splash of color (beetle wing greens and crepuscular purples) to my closet. The Masonic robes I found in the coffers at my favorite Victorian estate sale in Manhattan, Ritual. So when Greg contacted me about shooting some Aleister Crowley meets Klimt shots in a skateboard park, I retorted “yes duh.” (Fittingly, Greg gave me The Alchemist to read when I was a homeless street urchin, and taught me my first E minor chord on guitar; the basis of all spooky rock). Having spent a lot of time staring slack jawed at the pages of Art Nouveau and Weimar Republic books, Klimt was also one of my favorite painters (though I prefer Egon Schiele, the poorer Austrian, for his scrawny models and decrepit sunflowers that resembled syphilitic lions.) Klimt’s most infamous mural, the Beethoven Frieze, is a perfect Venn diagram of mythos, beauty and morbidity. Typhoeus the giant looms over his nubile daughters, the three Gorgons, who represent lust, intemperance and longing. Above them are leering faces of plague and influenza, also prevalent in Viennese society. Their explicit black pubic hair was a scandal at the time (unfortunately I was clean shaven for this shoot but should have brought a merkin.) In all, it lures you in with sensuality then forces you to contend with evil forces, both internal and external. This is an aesthetic and spiritual puzzle I can get behind. @gregkadelstudios @hauntedmag …Headdresses made from beer cans, newspapers and yarn by my favorite outsider artist for hair- @dennislanni Makeup by the ever graceful @devrakinery
I collected these vintage kimonos while working in Japan at 16. They’re gossamery and flimsy as spider silk, made in the early 1910s, adding a rare splash of color (beetle wing greens and crepuscular purples) to my closet. The Masonic robes I found in the coffers at my favorite Victorian estate sale in Manhattan, Ritual. So when Greg contacted me about shooting some Aleister Crowley meets Klimt shots in a skateboard park, I retorted “yes duh.” (Fittingly, Greg gave me The Alchemist to read when I was a homeless street urchin, and taught me my first E minor chord on guitar; the basis of all spooky rock). Having spent a lot of time staring slack jawed at the pages of Art Nouveau and Weimar Republic books, Klimt was also one of my favorite painters (though I prefer Egon Schiele, the poorer Austrian, for his scrawny models and decrepit sunflowers that resembled syphilitic lions.) Klimt’s most infamous mural, the Beethoven Frieze, is a perfect Venn diagram of mythos, beauty and morbidity. Typhoeus the giant looms over his nubile daughters, the three Gorgons, who represent lust, intemperance and longing. Above them are leering faces of plague and influenza, also prevalent in Viennese society. Their explicit black pubic hair was a scandal at the time (unfortunately I was clean shaven for this shoot but should have brought a merkin.) In all, it lures you in with sensuality then forces you to contend with evil forces, both internal and external. This is an aesthetic and spiritual puzzle I can get behind. @gregkadelstudios @hauntedmag …Headdresses made from beer cans, newspapers and yarn by my favorite outsider artist for hair- @dennislanni Makeup by the ever graceful @devrakinery
I collected these vintage kimonos while working in Japan at 16. They’re gossamery and flimsy as spider silk, made in the early 1910s, adding a rare splash of color (beetle wing greens and crepuscular purples) to my closet. The Masonic robes I found in the coffers at my favorite Victorian estate sale in Manhattan, Ritual. So when Greg contacted me about shooting some Aleister Crowley meets Klimt shots in a skateboard park, I retorted “yes duh.” (Fittingly, Greg gave me The Alchemist to read when I was a homeless street urchin, and taught me my first E minor chord on guitar; the basis of all spooky rock). Having spent a lot of time staring slack jawed at the pages of Art Nouveau and Weimar Republic books, Klimt was also one of my favorite painters (though I prefer Egon Schiele, the poorer Austrian, for his scrawny models and decrepit sunflowers that resembled syphilitic lions.) Klimt’s most infamous mural, the Beethoven Frieze, is a perfect Venn diagram of mythos, beauty and morbidity. Typhoeus the giant looms over his nubile daughters, the three Gorgons, who represent lust, intemperance and longing. Above them are leering faces of plague and influenza, also prevalent in Viennese society. Their explicit black pubic hair was a scandal at the time (unfortunately I was clean shaven for this shoot but should have brought a merkin.) In all, it lures you in with sensuality then forces you to contend with evil forces, both internal and external. This is an aesthetic and spiritual puzzle I can get behind. @gregkadelstudios @hauntedmag …Headdresses made from beer cans, newspapers and yarn by my favorite outsider artist for hair- @dennislanni Makeup by the ever graceful @devrakinery
I collected these vintage kimonos while working in Japan at 16. They’re gossamery and flimsy as spider silk, made in the early 1910s, adding a rare splash of color (beetle wing greens and crepuscular purples) to my closet. The Masonic robes I found in the coffers at my favorite Victorian estate sale in Manhattan, Ritual. So when Greg contacted me about shooting some Aleister Crowley meets Klimt shots in a skateboard park, I retorted “yes duh.” (Fittingly, Greg gave me The Alchemist to read when I was a homeless street urchin, and taught me my first E minor chord on guitar; the basis of all spooky rock). Having spent a lot of time staring slack jawed at the pages of Art Nouveau and Weimar Republic books, Klimt was also one of my favorite painters (though I prefer Egon Schiele, the poorer Austrian, for his scrawny models and decrepit sunflowers that resembled syphilitic lions.) Klimt’s most infamous mural, the Beethoven Frieze, is a perfect Venn diagram of mythos, beauty and morbidity. Typhoeus the giant looms over his nubile daughters, the three Gorgons, who represent lust, intemperance and longing. Above them are leering faces of plague and influenza, also prevalent in Viennese society. Their explicit black pubic hair was a scandal at the time (unfortunately I was clean shaven for this shoot but should have brought a merkin.) In all, it lures you in with sensuality then forces you to contend with evil forces, both internal and external. This is an aesthetic and spiritual puzzle I can get behind. @gregkadelstudios @hauntedmag …Headdresses made from beer cans, newspapers and yarn by my favorite outsider artist for hair- @dennislanni Makeup by the ever graceful @devrakinery
I collected these vintage kimonos while working in Japan at 16. They’re gossamery and flimsy as spider silk, made in the early 1910s, adding a rare splash of color (beetle wing greens and crepuscular purples) to my closet. The Masonic robes I found in the coffers at my favorite Victorian estate sale in Manhattan, Ritual. So when Greg contacted me about shooting some Aleister Crowley meets Klimt shots in a skateboard park, I retorted “yes duh.” (Fittingly, Greg gave me The Alchemist to read when I was a homeless street urchin, and taught me my first E minor chord on guitar; the basis of all spooky rock). Having spent a lot of time staring slack jawed at the pages of Art Nouveau and Weimar Republic books, Klimt was also one of my favorite painters (though I prefer Egon Schiele, the poorer Austrian, for his scrawny models and decrepit sunflowers that resembled syphilitic lions.) Klimt’s most infamous mural, the Beethoven Frieze, is a perfect Venn diagram of mythos, beauty and morbidity. Typhoeus the giant looms over his nubile daughters, the three Gorgons, who represent lust, intemperance and longing. Above them are leering faces of plague and influenza, also prevalent in Viennese society. Their explicit black pubic hair was a scandal at the time (unfortunately I was clean shaven for this shoot but should have brought a merkin.) In all, it lures you in with sensuality then forces you to contend with evil forces, both internal and external. This is an aesthetic and spiritual puzzle I can get behind. @gregkadelstudios @hauntedmag …Headdresses made from beer cans, newspapers and yarn by my favorite outsider artist for hair- @dennislanni Makeup by the ever graceful @devrakinery
I collected these vintage kimonos while working in Japan at 16. They’re gossamery and flimsy as spider silk, made in the early 1910s, adding a rare splash of color (beetle wing greens and crepuscular purples) to my closet. The Masonic robes I found in the coffers at my favorite Victorian estate sale in Manhattan, Ritual. So when Greg contacted me about shooting some Aleister Crowley meets Klimt shots in a skateboard park, I retorted “yes duh.” (Fittingly, Greg gave me The Alchemist to read when I was a homeless street urchin, and taught me my first E minor chord on guitar; the basis of all spooky rock). Having spent a lot of time staring slack jawed at the pages of Art Nouveau and Weimar Republic books, Klimt was also one of my favorite painters (though I prefer Egon Schiele, the poorer Austrian, for his scrawny models and decrepit sunflowers that resembled syphilitic lions.) Klimt’s most infamous mural, the Beethoven Frieze, is a perfect Venn diagram of mythos, beauty and morbidity. Typhoeus the giant looms over his nubile daughters, the three Gorgons, who represent lust, intemperance and longing. Above them are leering faces of plague and influenza, also prevalent in Viennese society. Their explicit black pubic hair was a scandal at the time (unfortunately I was clean shaven for this shoot but should have brought a merkin.) In all, it lures you in with sensuality then forces you to contend with evil forces, both internal and external. This is an aesthetic and spiritual puzzle I can get behind. @gregkadelstudios @hauntedmag …Headdresses made from beer cans, newspapers and yarn by my favorite outsider artist for hair- @dennislanni Makeup by the ever graceful @devrakinery
I collected these vintage kimonos while working in Japan at 16. They’re gossamery and flimsy as spider silk, made in the early 1910s, adding a rare splash of color (beetle wing greens and crepuscular purples) to my closet. The Masonic robes I found in the coffers at my favorite Victorian estate sale in Manhattan, Ritual. So when Greg contacted me about shooting some Aleister Crowley meets Klimt shots in a skateboard park, I retorted “yes duh.” (Fittingly, Greg gave me The Alchemist to read when I was a homeless street urchin, and taught me my first E minor chord on guitar; the basis of all spooky rock). Having spent a lot of time staring slack jawed at the pages of Art Nouveau and Weimar Republic books, Klimt was also one of my favorite painters (though I prefer Egon Schiele, the poorer Austrian, for his scrawny models and decrepit sunflowers that resembled syphilitic lions.) Klimt’s most infamous mural, the Beethoven Frieze, is a perfect Venn diagram of mythos, beauty and morbidity. Typhoeus the giant looms over his nubile daughters, the three Gorgons, who represent lust, intemperance and longing. Above them are leering faces of plague and influenza, also prevalent in Viennese society. Their explicit black pubic hair was a scandal at the time (unfortunately I was clean shaven for this shoot but should have brought a merkin.) In all, it lures you in with sensuality then forces you to contend with evil forces, both internal and external. This is an aesthetic and spiritual puzzle I can get behind. @gregkadelstudios @hauntedmag …Headdresses made from beer cans, newspapers and yarn by my favorite outsider artist for hair- @dennislanni Makeup by the ever graceful @devrakinery
Sometimes everything seems so ugly it hurts, other times everything seems so beautiful it hurts more.
On the other hand, Aleister Crowley was a beastly man with an insatiable appetite for sex (any gender, or type of quadrupedal mammal for that matter), coke, heroin and Indian curry. Bet his gut had an intriguing time reconciling those last few… He founded the religion of Thelma, and was a member of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, encouraging acolytes to seek out one’s ultimate purpose or “True Will” via a framework of hedonism. Perhaps a religious fraud and second rate literary talent, he certainly aced the style influencer angle at least. I mean, pyramid hats, cloaks and Latin mottos?! Yes, please. As I write these words I lay reclining on Egyptian fabrics, smoking a licorice hookah, reading the Bhagavad Gita under a poster of Joyce’s daughter, a black kitten licking my bare toes and a vinyl of The Crazy World of Arthur Brown spinning above my head at 45 rpm. (Just kidding, I’m in sweatpants on an airplane.) Please enjoy these photos of our causal Kemp-Klimt-Crowley chimera. @hauntedmag @gregkadelstudios @dennislanni @devrakinery @arielsadok
On the other hand, Aleister Crowley was a beastly man with an insatiable appetite for sex (any gender, or type of quadrupedal mammal for that matter), coke, heroin and Indian curry. Bet his gut had an intriguing time reconciling those last few… He founded the religion of Thelma, and was a member of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, encouraging acolytes to seek out one’s ultimate purpose or “True Will” via a framework of hedonism. Perhaps a religious fraud and second rate literary talent, he certainly aced the style influencer angle at least. I mean, pyramid hats, cloaks and Latin mottos?! Yes, please. As I write these words I lay reclining on Egyptian fabrics, smoking a licorice hookah, reading the Bhagavad Gita under a poster of Joyce’s daughter, a black kitten licking my bare toes and a vinyl of The Crazy World of Arthur Brown spinning above my head at 45 rpm. (Just kidding, I’m in sweatpants on an airplane.) Please enjoy these photos of our causal Kemp-Klimt-Crowley chimera. @hauntedmag @gregkadelstudios @dennislanni @devrakinery @arielsadok
On the other hand, Aleister Crowley was a beastly man with an insatiable appetite for sex (any gender, or type of quadrupedal mammal for that matter), coke, heroin and Indian curry. Bet his gut had an intriguing time reconciling those last few… He founded the religion of Thelma, and was a member of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, encouraging acolytes to seek out one’s ultimate purpose or “True Will” via a framework of hedonism. Perhaps a religious fraud and second rate literary talent, he certainly aced the style influencer angle at least. I mean, pyramid hats, cloaks and Latin mottos?! Yes, please. As I write these words I lay reclining on Egyptian fabrics, smoking a licorice hookah, reading the Bhagavad Gita under a poster of Joyce’s daughter, a black kitten licking my bare toes and a vinyl of The Crazy World of Arthur Brown spinning above my head at 45 rpm. (Just kidding, I’m in sweatpants on an airplane.) Please enjoy these photos of our causal Kemp-Klimt-Crowley chimera. @hauntedmag @gregkadelstudios @dennislanni @devrakinery @arielsadok
On the other hand, Aleister Crowley was a beastly man with an insatiable appetite for sex (any gender, or type of quadrupedal mammal for that matter), coke, heroin and Indian curry. Bet his gut had an intriguing time reconciling those last few… He founded the religion of Thelma, and was a member of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, encouraging acolytes to seek out one’s ultimate purpose or “True Will” via a framework of hedonism. Perhaps a religious fraud and second rate literary talent, he certainly aced the style influencer angle at least. I mean, pyramid hats, cloaks and Latin mottos?! Yes, please. As I write these words I lay reclining on Egyptian fabrics, smoking a licorice hookah, reading the Bhagavad Gita under a poster of Joyce’s daughter, a black kitten licking my bare toes and a vinyl of The Crazy World of Arthur Brown spinning above my head at 45 rpm. (Just kidding, I’m in sweatpants on an airplane.) Please enjoy these photos of our causal Kemp-Klimt-Crowley chimera. @hauntedmag @gregkadelstudios @dennislanni @devrakinery @arielsadok
On the other hand, Aleister Crowley was a beastly man with an insatiable appetite for sex (any gender, or type of quadrupedal mammal for that matter), coke, heroin and Indian curry. Bet his gut had an intriguing time reconciling those last few… He founded the religion of Thelma, and was a member of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, encouraging acolytes to seek out one’s ultimate purpose or “True Will” via a framework of hedonism. Perhaps a religious fraud and second rate literary talent, he certainly aced the style influencer angle at least. I mean, pyramid hats, cloaks and Latin mottos?! Yes, please. As I write these words I lay reclining on Egyptian fabrics, smoking a licorice hookah, reading the Bhagavad Gita under a poster of Joyce’s daughter, a black kitten licking my bare toes and a vinyl of The Crazy World of Arthur Brown spinning above my head at 45 rpm. (Just kidding, I’m in sweatpants on an airplane.) Please enjoy these photos of our causal Kemp-Klimt-Crowley chimera. @hauntedmag @gregkadelstudios @dennislanni @devrakinery @arielsadok
On my walk through the forest today (trying to retrain my eyes to be less nearsighted) I had a silly little realization about consciousness mechanics. I could focus my retina lens on one tree in front of me, but then shift my *mind’s eye* to focus on different objects in my peripheral vision without moving my line of sight. I would practice staring at a mossy rock, while focusing my attention to shift between other ferns and objects in frame. (Kind of like those hacker movies that zoom in on a part of an image.) Even though we do this daily without giving it a second thought, it suddenly struck me as being so cool that we do indeed have a third eye! (Or Ajna as the Hindu mystics call it) 👁️✨ 2 gelatinous orbs, plus the neural pinhole of our discreet mental spy lens. Talk about Camera Obscura. Since the ghost of the independent mechanism exists, I wonder if we could therefore mod ourselves to have an *extra* eyeball on the back of our head or tiny camera sensors wired into our visual centers and attached to our hands that we could learn to control for total panoramic psychedelic sensory vision? Think Pan’s Labyrinth meets Neil Harbisson 😂 (He has an antenna implant for hearing color, so similar interfaces are possible.) And why stop there? We should all have at least 3 clits, 3 ears and 33 fingers. Oh. You only hear in STEREO? How 21st century of you. *flicks ponytail aside to reveal multiple earholes on back of neck, triggering your trypophobia*
Hand painted this Hof with silver nail polish 😅 @uniandtheurchins
This new Congress hearing is surreal. (On alien drops.) He’s referencing Leonard Susskind’s Holographic Principle theory which I love- that we live in a two dimensional universe with coded reality projected into the illusion of 3D. (As an explanation for how these alien crafts travel through time-space.) Do you guys think the claims they have vaults filled with UFO fuselages and extraterrestrial cadavers is real or a psyop?! Either way it’s fun🍿👽
German expressionism, Hong Kong New Wave, and Surrealism/Dada are my favorite movements in film, for their hyper stylization and roots in the discovery of the subconscious. Fellini’s ethos of representationalism (garbage bags in wind machines to mimic ocean waves) is so much more exciting to my mirror neurons than the supposed “realism” of Dogme 95 (just my opinion, but Lars Von Trier is at his best when he’s composing magical realism Dutch paintings). This highlights another revelation to me that EVERYTHING we perceive is metaphor/ representationalism. The way our eyes transcribe photons and create an image in our brain is not really what the world looks like. Our 5 senses are essentially highly affected lens filters. Add cultural biases, hormones, gut bacteria to the mix and there truly is no objective perception. So there can be no “Realism” movement until we are able to input raw data about the universe directly into our hippocampus. Perhaps psilocybin and lysergic acid are the closest we’ll get to that in this Anthropocene. Until then, there’s always David Lynch 😈 @reservedmagazine issue 7 out now
German expressionism, Hong Kong New Wave, and Surrealism/Dada are my favorite movements in film, for their hyper stylization and roots in the discovery of the subconscious. Fellini’s ethos of representationalism (garbage bags in wind machines to mimic ocean waves) is so much more exciting to my mirror neurons than the supposed “realism” of Dogme 95 (just my opinion, but Lars Von Trier is at his best when he’s composing magical realism Dutch paintings). This highlights another revelation to me that EVERYTHING we perceive is metaphor/ representationalism. The way our eyes transcribe photons and create an image in our brain is not really what the world looks like. Our 5 senses are essentially highly affected lens filters. Add cultural biases, hormones, gut bacteria to the mix and there truly is no objective perception. So there can be no “Realism” movement until we are able to input raw data about the universe directly into our hippocampus. Perhaps psilocybin and lysergic acid are the closest we’ll get to that in this Anthropocene. Until then, there’s always David Lynch 😈 @reservedmagazine issue 7 out now