John Kenn's post-it drawings.

John Kenn is a Danish artist who writes and directs children's tv shows. In his spare time he draws monsters on post it notes and blogs them here. These drawings are really, really good.







-Rebecca

Last Night In Pictures.

GI Joe Wounded in Flames and Fleeing the Giant Nude Monster

A very, very long time ago, we started this blog as a dashboard for good shit we liked, and I am really into this guy so I simply must share him with you.

Les Krims is an American conceptualist photographer who, tragically, has largely been considered a failure, but he did some fucking good stuff back in the 70s and 80s, before getting caught up in a whole load of political nonsense. Have a look at some of the pictures from his 1975 series Fictocryptokrimsographs:





Krims’ work caused a fair bit of scandal at the time too, such as his series The Incredible Case of the Stack O’ Wheat Murders (1972), which parodied forensic photography. Each picture featured a stack of pancakes and blood was simulated using chocolate syrup. Krims originally included a can of Hershey’s chocolate syrup with the original print portfolio, as well as "enough pancake mix to make one complete Stack O' Wheats". A particular anti-rape activist, Nikki Craft, was so outraged by Krims’ exhibit that she tore up a bunch of his photos and poured chocolate syrup over the remains.



Also, in 1971, a young boy was kidnapped in Memphis, Tennessee, and the kidnappers demanded Krims’ photographs currently on exhibit in Memphis be removed before the boy is returned. The pictures were taken down and the boy was released, unharmed. Holy moly.




Here’s a song I like a lot right now.
- M

Running Scared

Napoleon Bonaparte

Napoleon Bonaparte has a huge chunk of my heart. Not only did he conquer most of Europe in the early 19th century, but the man could wear the shit out of a cape. I do not know whether it's the uniform, the intense you-so-want-me stare or the fact that he's on a fricking bucking horse, but there is something almost too HAWT about Napoleon Bonaparte. When not wearing a FIERCE hat or posing for portraits on the battlefield, Napoleon was writing super-hot letters to his lady-love, Josephine de Beauharnais, which will make you squeal like a little girl-"I awake all filled with you. Your image and the intoxicating pleasures of last night, allow my senses no rest..." (see more here: http://www.napoleonguide.com/lovelett.htm) They do not make men like they used to.

Despite the fact that he divorced Jospephine in 1810 to marry some no good tramp, his final words before succumbing to stomach cancer were '"France, armée, tête d'armée, Joséphine."("France, army, head of the army, Joséphine.") If all this wasn't seductive enough, uber-babe Marlon Brando played Bonaparte in 1954's 'Desiree". Although Brando falls flat as the dictator, the movie is worth watching if only to see Bonaparte's trademark high-waisted white silk pants in action.

I also like to think the first two minutes of this clip are exactly what would happen if i ever met Napoleon in person.

Interestingly, while searching around for photos of Napoleon's iconic hat, I learned that "Napoleon's hat" is also a sex position. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Napoleon's%20Hat

Napoleon's influence on romance knows no bounds.

Anatomy as Art.

The human anatomy is a subject which fascinates me to no end. One of my most highly prized possessions is my beautifully illustrated atlas. I remember when I first bought it, having relatively little knowledge of the inner workings of the human body and how they might look, that I would open one of the two heavy tomes at random and just take in all the shapes. The craggy fissures of the skull, the light fluidity of the clavicle… to me it all still seems amazingly intricate, like a lovingly adorned work of art.

Of course, artists have always been moved by the human body. Usually they have been more inspired by the outside of it, the hillocks and valleys the skin forms; stretched tight or loosely draped over the secrets within the body.

Sometimes, however, the brilliant amongst us been enthused by bone, muscle and organ. It’s these works of art that I really feel a connection with that’s more than skin deep. It’s engrossing subject matter not only because it is both ephemeral ( people so quickly die – the body so rapidly withers) and permanent (haven’t all humans been the same inside? – and won’t all humans to come be?), but because the sheer beauty of all our insides is obvious.

One kind of artist that’s really studied and dealt with the guts and gore of Homo Sapiens is, not surpisingly (not to me at least) the fashion designer. In a funny way, one could posit that what our clothes are to our skin, our skin is to our insides. Always original, humorous and playful, the fashionista’s take on anatomy proves that a preoccupation with the fact that a person is just a skin-bag full of bones and guts needn’t be macabre. The focus is never on death, but on child-like curiosity to find out, especially that which is taboo. And if that’s not the point of art, what is?













Leonidas is a guest blogger for SLT. If you want to know what he thinks about stuff, visit his own semi-derelict blog at http://fucksanta.blogspot.com

Devendra Banhart

With the sudden increase in interest in all things folk and gypsy, it seems bizarre that everyone on the planet has not heard of the very King of this sexy-hippy movement, Devendra Banhart. Born in Houston, Texas and raised in Venezuala, Banhart has described his music as ''sort of like the entire poplutation of the world....Maa...maaa...male... maa... maass.... move... moo.... moving.... moving music?". With his penchant for beards and enough charisma to have my drawers off and on the floor, this 28 year old is bound to fall into mainstream success and fame. Banhart's psychedelic songs-forgive me, but one listen of 'Carmensita' and you cannot deny how kaleidoscopic it is-will make you want to grow your hair long and go fornicate in a sun-drenched meadow somewhere.
I hate hippies, but Devendra Banhart can smoke my hash pipe anytime.

Youth and Young Manhood

Becky loves octopuses, and I love pretty young boys and girls.


Exhibit A: Sylvester Ulv
100% Danish, 100% ridey, this 15-year-old is only 5' 8" and too short for runway, but here's hoping he'll grow and we'll see a lot more of him. For now, you may enjoy some of these...



Exhibit B: Milagros Margaria (Mili)
This Argentinian babe is just 14 years old. Yes.

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Exhibit C: Ash Stymest
My current obsession. At just 16, he was requested by Hedi Slimane for his personal work and also debuted at Balenciaga's spring show in Paris. Since then, my new favourite 17-year-old has graced the cover of Vogue Hommes Japan, Italian Vogue, Metal and EY! and starting in March, he'll be presenting for MTV BANG.



While we're perving in the playground, here's the oh-so catchy, oh-so educational Pinball Number Count from Sesame Street to jive to.

I'd like to be under the sea, In an octopus' garden in the shade.

Fucking Japan, making everything with tentacles sexually perverted. I have a deep love for octopuses, but like all non-sexual deviants I find it difficult to see their sexuality. Lady octopuses, after laying their eggs in a secure place (usually under a lovely big rock) willingly starve themselves to death in order to care for and protect their young. This is not only more than i can say for my own mother, but has resulted in me declaring that Octopuses shall become one of the few animals I shall refuse to ever skin and wear, should such an occasion arise.






Adam Wallacavage makes chandeliers that look like octopus. These things are so FUCKING AWESOME i have openly cried while looking at them. They look like something you'd see in the seaside weather-beaten wooden cottage of my dreams.







On a further animal-loving note:



Creds to Greta for finding this little animated gem.




http://www.adamwallacavage.com/

WTF BALMAIN?

The Balmain Hair website claims these ClipTape hair extensions can be used to "create a colourboost in your fringe or make nice highlights". Oh dear. Decarnin, what were you thinking? These tacky clip-ins make us want to vom. Prices range from €45 all the way to €255, which proves Dolly Parton was right in saying it costs a lot of money to look this cheap.

On another note of disgust, we were appalled to see the rise of the "sandoot" - when sandal meets boot. The result can be seen in these nasty beasts from River Island:
Yikes.

Here's something we do like: