android jones

At the end of an old shale riddled path, hidden by brambles and overgrown hedges lay at the bottom of the hill a modern Shangri-La. Within this rural oasis, sits a barn accentuated by equal parts electric-art and rusting metal. As I walked up to the barn, an overhaul-clad man came out and shook my hand, introducing himself as Andrew immediately asking if I’d like a tour of the grounds... read more


Ouibonjour translates from French directly to "Yes, hello". Judging by the apparel they are producing their message seems just as direct. It's about form fitting cut and sew, and bold Japanese inspired icons. read more

Julius Horsthuis Our Fractal Brains

VFX supervisor Julius Horsthuis is intrigued by fractal geometry. Fractals are a phenomenon of repeating mathematical patterns occurring everywhere in nature. It is also known as 'expanding symmetry' because it essentially means that the pattern repeats itself regardless of the scale. read more


German-American artist PEEKASSO is one of the enfants terribles among this centuries' digital renegades. His medium is the GIF, his messages range from subtle to in-your-face. He plays around with eye-hurting strobe colors, and goes everywhere from mashing up celebrities to political topics to porn to dadaism. read more

burning man 2015

These are my own personal thoughts, based on seeing less than 1% of Burning Man, so I hope anything I say here doesn’t change your own personal experience. I find that all nearly all posts I see in my own newsfeed are gushing with positivity around Burning Man, but those who don’t have a great time generally remain silent perhaps out of fear of going against groupthink or perhaps out of a desire not to bring others down. read more

RUN man is god_witness this_art

Born in Ancona, Bufarini began painting abandoned walls in Bologna and Florence in the late 1990s under the pseudonym 'RUN'. Working as RUN within the Italian underground scene, Bufarini and his fellow collaborators catalysed the European street art movement, effecting a renaissance of muralism. read more

nicola noir

I'm not sure if the chills that ran up my back were from the howling wind that ripped across the playa, or the sound of Dikanda's voice piercing the night. We had been playing on the top of Joule an Idaho art car, that had just picked thirty of us up for a journey deep into the night, it was its maiden voyage and the sound system rose to the occasion. read more