“How will your tattoos look when you’re old?!”
Pretty fucking bad ass apparently.
I wasn’t going to reblog the silly comment but I will for context. The question itself is stupid, but so is the response.
There’s something quite wonderful about tattoos, in that they’re permanent and fixed but they do change with you as you age because your transitions in life change the contextual nature of the tattoos you have. I liked 654’s comment on one of her tattoos, that having gotten … I forget whose face right now, but the idea that as she ages the face too will age.
I also can’t help it, being so far removed from the culture old ted tattoos are irresistible.
(Source: thievinggenius)
This picks up directly where the previous excerpt left off: http://nopperabounet.tumblr.com/post/45432876799/hide-x-japan-interview-excerpt
[…]
Because you weren’t one to drink as excessively, back in the day?
You know, I wasn’t. Even now I don’t really like chugging.
What, really?
Really. It’s really not something I like. I mean, I do it when I meet up with people but it’s not something I’ll ever propose we do. I absolutely hate chugging all my drinks in a row.
So then, you like drinking what you like at your own pace?
Yeah…… But whenever I hear something like that it inevitably brings PATA’s face to mind *laughs*. He really loves his booze. I neither love it, nor do I need it to live. I don’t drink every day, and I practically never drink at home.
Because you don’t drink alone by yourself?
I don’t drink at home unless I’m feeling extremely down. But I do have a terrific amount of booze at my place, just standing there all in a row.
So what you really mean by that, is that you aren’t a lush.
What I like is the atmosphere that comes with drinking. I like the atmosphere when I’m drinking with everybody, that’s why I don’t like drinking by myself much. Generally speaking, drinking alone never works out well for me. I guess that’s the reason I hate it.
Why, what happens when you do?
I kind of turn glum. Every time I drink alone.
(Interview with hide, excerpt taken from Shoxx #7, December 1991. Please reblog, don’t repost.)
And now for something completely different. ;p
We’ve just updated the side with a new page in the ‘Various’ section, featuring Michiro Endo of The Stalin. You’ll find some songs and an interview from a 1982 issue of Doll magazine.
Hope you enjoy the read!
http://www.nopperabou.net/endo-index/endo-index.htm
~w_b
yessssss. I have a migraine, but I will write up some thoughts and post the cover to koenjicalling sometime tomorrow.
I might have his essays collected somewhere but I don’t think I do… I think there’s one last Stalin book I don’t own that’s an essay collection which might have them…
Peepo Choo vol 2
I think that a lot of tumblr would benefit from reading peepo choo idk
I heard a rumor from a very reliable source that a translation of the Stalin’s only cover interview in Doll magazine will be finished soon. Said magical translating queen has reported “I’m on the last 3 paragraphs but let me tell you, it was a special kind of hell to translate.”
Klara is my hero. <3
Will always reblog Foucault
(Source: foucaultthehaters)
I think I was thirteen or so when I first saw this video. The ridiculous beauty of putting Peter Steele in with a bunch of sixties teenagers only made sense if you were watching Alternative Nation in the 90s.
Serious contenders for Car of My Heart




#1 60s Mercury Comet (probably the car I will buy in the next few years)
#2 60s Ford Falcon (or this guy)
#3 1950s Cadillac ambulance (only feasible if I move to the country)
#4 1950s Chevy hearse (ditto)
Hashima (端島), commonly called Gunkanjima (軍艦島; meaning Battleship Island) is one of the most remarkable of a series of hundreds of deserted Japanese islands. Once a thriving coal-mining city its population density grew to be the highest on the planet, packing over 13,000 people into each square kilometer. Workers were crammed vertically in ever-growing buildings and walked daily through ever-narrowing streets.
It operated from 1887 until 1974, after which the coal industry fell into decline and the mines were shut for good. With their jobs gone and no other reason to stay, almost overnight the entire population fled back to the mainland, leaving most of their stuff behind to rot. The island was given a new nickname, ”The Ghost Island.”
The Crown Prince of Kitsch
Cullen Meyer is only 27 and has been collecting/hoarding the wildest 1950s “The Dead 50s” kitsch since he was 15. He lives in a (limited sq. footage) New York apartment and wishes he had a 1950s house. The stuff you see here is not all of it. Cullen’s got at least 50 more moss lamps (lighting is his favorite) and tons of other period pieces in storage! Part of his job is going to every major flea market and antique show in the country and eventually wants to get into set design for movies. (Photos: Paul Quitoriano)
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Boy needs to stop hoarding and save some for the rest of us >:V