You have to love a photographer that manages to capture all the beautiful depravity that goes down in the underbelly of a big city. Pretty much regardless of the era or the location, it’s out t...
How much is too much when it comes to luxury? I know I can’t be the only one who dreams of one day occupying an abode fit for Tony Montana. However, knowing your limits of excess is something t...
In a recent interview with Pitchfork, Beach House’s Alex Scally said something to the effect that listeners today are more interested in music for its tone and texture than they are in the stru...
Photography By Jeff Divine Amassing one of the largest collections of surf photography in the world is no easy feat. But give a passionate photographer 45 years and endless beach terrain and you migh...
These days, the internet makes it pretty easily to track the rise of new artists– new projects, collabs, experiments. I suppose the only thing better than doing that is being able to see it hap...
New York had been a long time coming. In a sense it was just the next step, yet in another sense it was simply destiny. We didn’t know what we had yet, but we knew where we were going; glimpses...
Photos By Max Gibson But as efficient and beautiful as digital photographs are, there’s an unmatched spontaneity that comes from a film camera. Although a disposable cam leaves a little to be d...
Photos By Ken Gibson & Neijah Williams Saturday was special. Number 13 just felt right all around. I remember asking Will after our first party if he could imagine what number 7, number 8 and nu...
Their title, not mine. And generally, I’m not big on the sensationalizing, fear-mongering thing in regards to substances. But in the case of scopolamine, it seems like at least some of the hype...
Photography By Tiago Sperotto Recently I had the chance to converse about the life journey of Elisha Gobi, an Israeli citizen who came to the U.S. in 2007 after spending three years in the Israeli ar...
Don’t get me wrong. Chromatics already had one of the year’s highlight albums with Kill For Love– a towering, dramatic collection of synth-soaked anthems, most of which might sound ...
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I...
Yesterday, my homie told me he fucked a pornstar for the first time the night before. He told me she hollered at him at the bar, left him a sexy note; he hollered, she slid through and the rest is hi...
With all the commitments and obligations we have nowadays, it’s hard to find the time to sit through a full game of basketball. Shit’s damn near two hours, and that’s not even inclu...
Sometimes you just gotta strike while the iron’s hot. Next Saturday we’re coming to San Francisco, the Haight to be specific, to throw number thirteen. For the folks that came to The Home...
This past Thursday marked the 25th anniversary of J-Hyphen’s birth, and the 12th installment of our Wine & Bowtie celebrations. Many thanks to everyone that came out to celebrate. Your pre...
There’s something profound about singing and dancing alone to something in your room. Personally, it happens pretty often, with a pretty unpredictable soundtrack, although a Prince is a pretty ...
1. Do not feel absolutely certain of anything. 2. Do not think it worth while to proceed by concealing evidence, for the evidence is sure to come to light. 3. Never try to discourage thinking for you...
It’s a fascination with nature and its processes, and with those vast pockets of the planet virtually untouched by humans that seems to inform Bernhard Edmaier‘s stunning aerial photograp...
I can’t help but feel sometimes that there’s something uncomfortably comfortable about the music most folks our age listen to. That even as people purport to be expanding their horizons, ...
Because Hyphen was there when the bowties was born. Because he was the one who taught me how to blog. Because you only turn a quarter century once. Because these nights are just too important to pass...
Working at a copy store by day while frequenting the punk clubs of San Francisco by night, the lifestyle of photographer Jim Jocoy in the ’70s may mirror that of many kids in our generation tod...
In a lot of ways it was Bob who initially taught me about the grind. It was a shift in consciousness that occurred sometime around 2009, back in those Blogspot days. Before any Bowtie parties and bef...
As a novice novice film photographer myself, the past couple of months with my Yaschica have been enjoyable albeit trying. On top of correcting shutter speeds and adjusting apertures to focus an imag...
Fresh off Coachella and on my way to Jazz Fest in NOLA, it’s hard not to feel like I’m getting spoiled by live music lately. In the meantime though, there’s been a ton of dope shit ...
I’ll admit it’s been a while since I’ve seen a good movie in an actual theater. While I’m sure there have been countless gems that have come across the big screen since I last...
So what exactly is art? Any human creation? How does something transform from, “Just some shit I’m working on,” into a work of art? Must it hang in a museum, at least hang on a wall...
As many of us near, are at, or have recently passed that threshold known as the 25 year mark, our time on earth and how it’s spent becomes something to consider. Those, “What am I doing w...
XXXY is a producer whose music has been described in a lot of different ways. Glitch, garage, two-step, house– he’s blurred and crisscrossed the lines between a handful of different style...
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