In honor of our party theme this month, we're taking a look at some of history's notorious party girls. Here, meet Lily Bart.
What could be a better gift for the Holiday than a t-shirt printed with G.G.'s lovely mug and first suicide announcement from Teenage Teardrops?? For the record, he didn't follow through with the date noted. X - Jen
One man's Tumblr has become something of a confession booth for the world. Call in to his voicemail, leave a message about anything you'd like, and he'll put your words to music and post them on his blog. Callers to One Hello World have already discussed sensitive issues like coming out to their families and breaking off engagements, but this one will definitely stay with you all day.
Your Mother is so... tumblr is the best new deal started up by my friend Andreas Trolf. He is one of my favorite writers so it's no surprise he takes the "Your Mom" jokes and turns it into this crazy great read. He is always looking for adjectives for new posts so feel free to send one over! X - Jen
If you need a breath of fresh air, the National Trust has some for you. Literally.
The Anger Release Machine from Central Saint Martins grads Ronnie Yarisal and Katja Kublitz works like this: 1. Insert money. 2. Break something. 3. Feel better (at least for a while). (Via PSFK.)
"Fixing Things," "Girls Who Dance Their Way Onto the Dance Floor," and "Being Your Token Hipster Friend," among other things. Many, many other things.
The Significant Objects project enlists talented writers to pen stories and odes about everyday old stuff, then it auctions it on eBay, testing the theory that when something has a story, it's worth more. Even if you don't buy it (ha!), it still makes for fun reading.
From dog piles to sock piles, lots of gently sloping earth and piles of actual dogs, Mmmmound's motto is "If it piles up, we post it," and it's finally giving the small hill its due.
The New York Times explores the resurgence of mustachioed males and pays tribute to some from the past, like Mr. Macho himself here. Really, facial hair—and Hawaiian shirts—doesn't get any better than this.
Sometimes when we're sitting here blogging it out we just want to kick up our feet and dream about traveling to a foreign land, one with clouds and sunsets and maybe a unicorn or two. Well, now the Desktop Landscape peeps have made that a reality. We just stare at one of these bad boys and we're there.
From a recent essay by Michael Beirut: "Babies with cranky faces are not Bershon. Bershon implies a certain self-conscious world-hating attitude that only develops with time and hormones." (Image via the I'm So Bershon Flickr pool.)
Did you ever want to know where we hide all those pesky UFOs? So did Trevor Paglen, whose 2nd book, I Could Tell You But Then You Would Have to be Destroyed by Me is a glimpse into the visual culture of “black” military programs and their use of patches.
Mike Mills' new book for Nieves, Fireworks, is a meditation on medication, or, a lack thereof.
In case you were wondering where Gavin McInnes went post Vice, you can now find him spewing his good ol' fashioned bile and wit over at Street Boners and TV Carnage.
16 year old Aussie throws a rager, racks up 20K in damages to his parents house, and deems it the "best party ever." Can you say brass balls?
Great play on high brands in low places. Mudflap remix by Sinclair Scott Smith.
