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WE'RE SUPPORTING

What do you get when you cross hand-drawn organic material, such as wild and domestic farm animals, interbred and placed on canvas as if pages were pulled straight out of Darwin’s Galapagos species sketches drawn during an intense peyote journey? You get the phenomenal display of artistic endeavor supplied to the world by Toronto’s own Nicholas Di Genova. Read more

WE'RE THINKING

Forget the sanitized image the White House put out, with the President looking suitably stern and the room hushed in awed curiosity. We have obtained the ‘real’ Situation Room photo, before government hacks put their Photoshop touches on it.

Improv Everywhere strikes again with a spontaneous musical in a Los Angeles mall. Wireless microphones hooked up to the mall’s PA system ensured the feeding masses didn’t slip into Cinnabon-induced comas until after the show was over. Note especially the angry dude in sunglasses at about 2:51 — apparently he thinks nothing can ever top Rent.

WE'RE TRAVELLING TO

Greek firm A31 just completed this sturdy-looking art warehouse for Alexandros Liapis in Dilesi, Boeotia. From some angles, the concrete structure looks like a fallout-proof bunker, but from the front it looks like an open and airy barn, the exterior looking very much like wood. Read more

WE'RE READING

I’m one of those people who lament the death of analog film as a medium, not because I romanticize the process, but because I love the unpredictable imperfections inherent in non-digital formats. Read more

WE'RE LISTENING TO

Our friends at Ghostly International are releasing Matthew Dear’s Black City album as a limited edition ‘totem’. A what? A totem – a limited edition metal bar used to access a private music chamber. Cool! Read more

WE'RE WEARING

Seriously, all jokes aside, we really need to tear ourselves away from our computers every once in a while. These shirts, on sale at Threadless, may be intended as a light-hearted jab at modern culture, but who will be laughing when our hands become gnarled claws from decades of ceaseless typing and our spinal columns have fused solid from lack of movement? Evil monkeys, that’s who.