Gentlemen, start your Mengines! The latest in a series of grueling (grooming?) preliminaries in the build-up to the World Beard and Mustache Championships took place on October 2 at the picturesque surrounds of the East Bavarian Beard Club. Oh, and the turn-out was impressive: 150 participants, competing in events as varied and, errr, hairy, as Freestyle Beard and Natural Moustache. [Photos via the Huffington Post]
We pulled into a small settlement; a place with twenty or so small houses concentrated together with a tiny store. I walked to the outskirts and looked at the land falling in front of me. I passed caged pigs and cow skulls lying in the dirt. On numerous occasions I’d read that Patagonia houses a ferocious wind like no other land. To quote Bruce Chatwin: ‘it is a wind so fierce it strips men to the core’. Trees stood ripped and battered at some angle; one side bare, the other clutching at what branches remained preventing them from being ripped from the truck. The tops of the trees bent and cracked as if in an invisible arm wrestle. They had struggled with the wind since saplings.
Treasure Chests is a book by Mel Norman and Arthur Benwood which was published by Alexion Corp in 1967. The book compiles retouched pictures of female breasts, so it’s full of beautiful ladies with three or four breasts, breasts that pop up from the lower part of the abdomen, or even from the back.
Getting freaky with the USB? You betcha. These are some of the hottest varieties on the market right now, starting with the USB Sushi. For the health conscious power-lunch crowd, sushi and sashimi is all the range, but maybe this is taking it one step too far. Oh, and then there is the Fingertip-sized USB. What? Well, if you thought a drive the size of your thumb was small enough, think again. Thumbnail size and stores 256MB. This is the ideal gift for 007 wannabes.
You don’t have to be a skilled photographer to take the best snaps: some just appear out of absolutely nowhere. This site has collected together some of the funniest, cruelest, most alarming — yet completely spontaneous — photos circulating the web. Thank god for other people’s suffering!
Writer-director Martin McDonagh has a talent for snappy dialogue which makes this crime-drama surprisingly funny. He has previously written for theatre, and it is obvious from the intelligently constructed dialogue. Theatre does not often translate well to film, but In Bruges is violent, suspenseful and hilarious throughout.
We’ve featured him before, but it bears repeating: the work of Brooklyn-based photojournalist Boogie is so gritty and personal it makes you feel as though you’re right there in the front row, rolling with the punches as he documents the malaise of contemporary urban society. His photos are not so much a critique of the worlds that his subjects inhabit but rather a candid portrayal of what goes on when the rest of us have our backs turned. With themes such as the New York subways, the Serbian counter-culture, the Nazis of Belgrade, and the crack houses of New York City, his work is raw and honest – there are few windows lurking beneath what’s captured in the frame. And yet, while it’s confronting and challenging, it never degrades the subjects or the choices they’ve made in their lives. Instead his photo essays allow the essence of the characters to shine, never overwhelming the moment with unnecessary visual clutter, in the process adding a nice sense of pathos to an otherwise still existence. And then there are the moments of genuine tension where he exploits the potential for explosive action for everything it’s worth. It’s vibrant, compelling work, all cloaked in a sense of underlying melodrama – as if something is just about to happen at any moment, whether or not anyone is watching. Yet they are. And they’re armed with a rather expensive camera.