Friday, December 23, 2011


"It has always seemed strange to me...the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second."

John Steinbeck

Thursday, December 22, 2011


Hugh McCabe is a photographer whose work echoes the tonal and often eerie quality of early film photography. A course in Photography and Digital Imaging led him to begin documenting a project he calls 'Stages'.

He began taking long exposure photographs from the balconies of music venues. The long exposure ranges from 3 minutes up to 15 or 20. "Generally I try and make each exposure the length of a song in order to try and answer these sorts of questions: Is it possible to take a photograph of song? If so, what would it look like?" With a nod to Hiroshi Sugimoto's 'Theaters' series the end result is eerie and beautiful.

Client on images above to see larger, better quality versions.

To see more of his work:

Monday, December 19, 2011

In Defense of Humbug

The experience of working in retail for a few years coupled with working with The Samaritans really gave me a different perspective on Christmas/Holiday Season (retail folk know exactly what I'm talkin' about!). Having evolved into a commercial/consumerist event that starts earlier each year (purchasing tree decorations in August anyone?), it became clear that Christmas was an intensely stressful, pressurized and lonely time for a lot of people.

I do feel to each their own and if you want to celebrate the holidays, go right ahead. However i've been called Grinch and a humbug repeatedly over the years for my stance on the subject. The embedded video above by Jay Smooth sums it up better than i could!

Saturday, December 17, 2011


The world lost a good one on December 15th 2011 when Christopher Hitchens died from complications arising from esophageal cancer.

“If you were offered the chance to live your own life again, would you seize the opportunity? The only real philosophical answer is automatically self-contradictory: 'Only if I did not know that I was doing so.' To go through the entire experience once more would be banal and Sisyphean—even if it did build muscle—whereas to wish to be young again and to have the benefit of one's learned and acquired existence is not at all to wish for a repeat performance, or a Groundhog Day. And the mind ought to, but cannot, set some limits to wish-thinking.

All right, same me but with more money, an even sturdier penis, slightly different parents, a briefer latency period… the thing is absurd. I seriously would like to know what it was to be a woman, but like blind Tiresias would also want the option of re-metamorphosing if I wished. How terrible it is that we have so many more desires than opportunities.”


Thursday, November 24, 2011


 If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth the rough touch with a gentle kiss.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Ay, pilgrim, lips are things to use in prayer.

Oh...O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips by thine, my sin is purged.

Liberia ’77

"If you don’t know where you came from, how can you know where you are going?”

I had the privilege of attending a screening of Liberia ’77 recently. It documents the return of two brothers, Andrew and Jeff Topham to Liberia, thirty years after living there as children. They grew up as expatriates due to their father working for Exchem, a Canadian manufacturer of mining explosives. The Topham family lived in Charlesville, a small village, for three years and left prior to civil war ravaging the country. Upon moving back to Canada they became known as the kids who grew up in Africa. Time spent in Liberia made a distinct impression: memories of a vibrant community, the beloved housekeeper James, their pet chimpanzee Evelyn and the freedom to run amok in nature.

It was these memories coupled with a large volume of photographs that their father took that prompted the desire to return to the West African country. Originally there was two main ideas behind the trip: they were going to try and find James or recreate their dad’s photographs, to do before and after shots of each. However things evolved when an unexpected individual turns up and leads the documentary in a different direction. (trailer embedded below)

Liberia '77 is well made, poignant without being depressing and captures the strength and humour of the Liberian people. It explores how photography has become part of cultural identity and how the people of Liberia rebuilt their lives after two devastating civil wars.

Most of the images of Liberia's peaceful past were lost and in an effort to help rebuild memories and images of the pre war country, the Tophams have set up a project. "Many lost all their images and have no way to look back on happier times. Many fled Liberia at the last minute, leaving all their belongings behind. Your photos might contain people and places other long to see again. Your photos can help heal." If you have photographs of pre war Liberia please upload them here. There will be an upcoming exhibit at the National Museum in Monrovia consisting of images submitted.

Click on the link below to watch the film in full (watch now tab):

To learn more about the film and project in full:

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Fizzy Good Make Feel Nice

Places, Loved Ones

No, I have never found
The place where I could say
This is my proper ground,
Here I shall stay;
Nor met that special one
Who has an instant claim
On everything I own
Down to my name;

To find such seems to prove
You want no choice in where
To build, or whom to love;
You ask them to bear
You off irrevocably,
So that it's not your fault
Should the town turn dreary,
The girl a dolt.

Yet, having missed them, you're
Bound, none the less, to act
As if what you settled for
Mashed you, in fact;
And wiser to keep away
From thinking you still might trace
Uncalled-for to this day
Your person, your place.

Philip Larkin

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

Bad Music for Bad People

In addition to creating some of my favourite music, Lux and Ivy were avid fans of surf music, blues, northern soul, rockabilly, 60’s garage, novelty songs and general aural weirdness.

A Cramps fan painstakingly compiled a list of songs that Lux and Ivy had referenced in interviews and books or in his own words "It started as a way to keep track of some of the songs Lux, and or Ivy, mentioned in THE INCREDIBLY STRANGE MUSIC BOOK. It was never really intended as anything but a way for a friend of mine and me to have 2 really kick ass compilations. So we went about the arduous process of finding all the songs mentioned in that interview. One thing lead to another and when word got around that these compilations were out there, they started being traded from fan to fan to fan. So, at some point I decided to put them up on Napster and let anyone who wanted them have them. As the years went buy, more interviews with Lux and Ivy kept popping up, and the list of songs they mentioned got longer and longer. This resulted in new volumes. "

The compilations are a musical education featuring the likes of Ersal Hickey, Slim Harpo, Jackie & The Starlighters, Charlie Feathers, The Sparkles, Booker T. & the MG’s and the 13th Floor Elevators. I downloaded all eleven and it has taken me months to wade through the amazing and often difficult to find tracks.

Links to download the 11 compilations are at:

and click after the jump for a full track listing

Thursday, November 03, 2011


A spectacular murmuration over the River Shannon in Ireland.

"Sit with me a while
And let me listen to you talk about
Your dreams and your obsessions
I'll be quiet and confessional

The violets explode inside me
When I meet your eyes
Then I'm spinning and I'm diving
Like a cloud of starlings
Darling, is this love? "

'Starlings' by Elbow

Thursday, October 20, 2011


Noun: The state of being seriously mentally ill; madness.
Extreme foolishness or irrationality.

“Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.”

Rita Mae Brown

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Wild Woman

Eagerly counting down the days to November 21st when the new Kate Bush album '50 Words For Snow' is released. Embedded below is the gorgeous new single 'Wild Man' .

Thursday, October 06, 2011

Judge A Book

Out of Print clothing are a Brooklyn based company producing unique tshirts and accessories featuring iconic book covers. Their tshirts feature some of my favourite books such as The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov , Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut and The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway.

They work closely with artists, authors and publishers to license the content that ends up in their collection. As well as being aesthetically pleasing, by purchasing a product you are also aiding O.O.P.C in their partnership with Books for Africa. For every item purchased a book is donated to a community in need.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

I Deserve So Much Better

"What I want from us
Is empty our minds
We fake a fuss
And fracture the times
We go blind
When we've needed to see
And it leans on me
Like a rootless tree

So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing to you"

Sunday, September 11, 2011

A Decade On

Self Evident

us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity
fermented and distilled
to eighteen minutes
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes, it's part of a pair
there on the bow of noah's ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin' back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its Indian summer breeze
on the day that America
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please

and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky

and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything i've seen so far
so far
so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and i'll tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the pentagon
keep the propaganda
keep each and every tv
that's been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to Brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories
sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin'
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads
and pour

so here's a toast to all the folks who live in Palestine

El Salvador

here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of Mt. Rushmore

here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice

here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream

cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks
and boy did he ever

and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 George W. Bush is not president
#2 America is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast

here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like Duke Ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face

give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else's desert
put it back in its pants
and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever

cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall

and while we're at it
remember the first time around?
the bomb?
the ryder truck?
the parking garage?
the princess that didn't even feel the pea?
remember joking around in our apartment on avenue D?

can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?!

it was a joke, of course
it was a joke
at the time
and that was just a few years ago
so let the record show
that the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
and scoping that scene
the CIA
or is it KGB?
committing countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of eventuality
as its excuse
for abuse after expensive abuse
and it didn't have a clue
look, another window to see through
way up here
on the 104th floor
another key
another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
should be more than pawns
in some asshole's passion play
so now it's your job
and it's my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn't die in vain
baby listen
hear the train?

Wednesday, August 31, 2011


I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new

E.E Cummings


Aubrey Beardsley, The Mysterious Rose Garden, 1895

Friday, August 19, 2011

Monday, August 15, 2011


"...but you can't will yourself happy
you can't will your cunt wet
you can't keep standing at the station
pretending you're being met
you can't wear a sign that says 'yours'
when that ain't what you get

it flows and flows away from me
my love is a stream
your love is a vaudeville show
so charming and obscene
we both had our moments
we both had our fun
and then i hated to prove 'em all right
all those who said i'd run."

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Object of Desire: Brian Atwood's 'Donna'

It's not often that i lust after a pair of shoes but the glossy sleek curves and subtle ribbon trim of the 'Donna' by Brian Atwood have provoked major materialistic longing.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Ten Days #4

Usually 500,000 people infiltrating downtown for the Celebration of Light fills me with dread. However i found a not so busy vantage point and had a blast this year stretching out on the grass with friends to watch the Vancouver skyline shimmer with fireworks.

Staying in a cliff side cottage that overlooked the Pacific and lounging in the hot tub watching the night sky pulsate with stars makes for one very relaxed weekend. I'm ridiculously lucky.

Discovering new breakfast joints where the pancakes weigh as much as a small child. Truly.
Two pancakes equal one heck of a food baby.

Walking on hot sand then wading through ice cold water.

My custom build from Jett Grrl came home and it was love at first spin. She's been christened 'Akira' and one of my new favourite things to do is take off on a three hour bike ride.

Monday, August 08, 2011


To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. Nothing else affects me. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades, leave me cold. I like extravagance, heat. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometer! I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained."

Anaïs Nin

Sunday, August 07, 2011

Have you ever been outside?

My girl crush on Miranda July continues with the release of new self-written and directed film 'The Future'. Sophie (Miranda July) and Jason (Hamish Linklater) are two individuals entwined in a relationship despite the fact that for years they've managed to veer away from commitment and responsibility.

This and their perspective on life changes radically when they decide to adopt a stray cat. Doing so literally alters the course of time and tests their faith, in each other and individually. The story unfolds, narrated by Paw Paw the rescue cat and in typical July fashion, is a breathtakingly fearless portrait of the human condition. As with a lot of her work the mundane aspects of life become fascinating and something to delve deeper into.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

Binat haLev

Tearing down seldom used roads in search of a red fir, bare feet planted on the dashboard, sun speckled faces with wind whipping through the window. Lying in warm water sending pungent smoke signals to the starry sky.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011


I know, I know... I've been a lazy arse about posting in the past few weeks (especially 2 music posts in a row) but this is too good to not share. Midwestern producers Cecil Otter and Swiss Andy did an amazing job at amalgamating two of my favourite bands: Fuzagi and Wu Tang Clan. The pair spent a year cutting up every imaginable Fugazi record and trying to match it with every Wu-Tang acapella they could get their hands on. The result? Wugazi: 13 Chambers

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Ten Days #3

Over the past ten days i've been mostly:

Meeting with Tracy A.Myerson of Jett Grrl Bike Studio and planning a funky custom built bike. A local queer friendly business with stellar customer service, an emphasis on quality goods and maintenance, honest advice, no pressure to buy and a chance to hang out with a mini Australian shepherd. Love.

Enjoying my new job but it's made me realise that there aren't enough hours in the day to do everything i want to do!

Continuing to eat a healthy diet: no alcohol, dairy, yeast, sugar or wheat and placing a heavy emphasis on fresh vegetables. Whilst i was pining over ice-cream in my local grocery shop, i spied 'Luna & Larry's Coconut Bliss' non dairy frozen dessert. It's dairy, soy and gluten free and made with agave-this stuff is better than ice-cream! The dark chocolate flavour is rich, smooth, with a strong kick of cocoa and isn't too sweet!

Watched as the sky filled with smoke and helicopters caused by a crowd of idiots running riot in the city. Issues such as homelessness, funding cuts to schools, libraries, health care and arts; higher taxes, high cost of living, low pay etc are generally met with an apathetic reaction from most Vancouverites. However the Canucks losing a hockey game? Some people see it as a reason to overturn and set fire to cars, attack firefighters and police (not the biggest fan of VPD but in this case my sympathies were with 'em), destroy and loot businesses and shut down Downtown Vancouver. The place looked like a war zone at 6.30am. Way to keep things in perspective folks.

Three tone self-manicure. 'Nuff said.

Wandering along miles of railroad tracks, an afternoon adventure with a close friend.

Finding graffiti in unexpected places.

Vancouver Riot Image: ZUMA Press/Newscom

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Let Go

“Don't do anything by half.
If you love someone, love them with all your soul.
When you go to work, work your ass off.
When you hate someone, hate them until it hurts.”

Henry Rollins

Thursday, May 05, 2011

Dogman Guitars

Cigar box guitars can be traced back to the mid 1800' s as the small boxes used to store cigars familiar to most today were not made prior to this. The earliest illustrated evidence of a cigar box instrument known is an etching of two Civil War Soldiers from 1876. They are depicted at a campsite with one playing a cigar box fiddle. Cigar box guitars and homemade instruments were popular during the great depression and due to an interest in DIY music, enjoying a modern day revival.

I recently spoke to Dio Quaid of Dogman Guitars in Ireland who handcrafts cigar box guitars, diddley bows and ukuleles.

Who/What is Dogman?

The "Dogman" notion came about after a three year culmination of art works around the idea of mans best friend. By studying the behavior and body language between the two species, it became clear that there are similarities, although many people I spoke with had clear disgust for the idea. It was in this that i found the basic idea for my work; that as a dog he would not be accepted as a man and as a man he wouldn't be accepted as a dog.

Tell me a bit about yourself

Diarmauid (Dio) Quaid grew up in the best of backgrounds, a good honest dysfunctional family and went through school hating every minute of it. Spent another eight years in what i like to call voluntary education getting a Bachelors in Fine Art and then later (you would think i have had enough!) a Bachelors of Design in Industrial Design. All I want to do is make things.

How did you become aware of cigar box guitars & Why did you start making them??

I have always had an interest in peculiar music, maybe it all started with 'The Pale', a once popular Irish band from early 1990's. I have recently developed a keen interest in blues and bluegrass, in many cases played on home made instruments. One of these was a cigar box guitar built from a scrap of wood and a box because buying a real instrument was just not an option.

I started making them for two reason's: I wanted one and I was taking the piss (note: Irish term for making fun of someone) out of a friend who had just set up a mobile home in a field with built on a porch. So in typical redneck fashion we would find him a rocking chair for the porch where he would while away the hours eating jerky, drinkin' beer and plucking on his cigar box guitar.

What materials do you use?

The original guitar i built had an ash neck, but the newer one all have cherry necks, mahogany fretboards with three variations (fretless or with wooden or metal frets) and of course with authentic used cigar boxes.

Do you accept commissions?

I will be building a series of guitars over the summer but I'm more than willing to do commissions. That's what suits me best, to be able to build a guitar to meet a players needs.

With each guitar that you've built, what have you learnt about the process?

Well the first guitar i built turn out to be a big experiment: adding things, taking stuff away, using different woods and processes. For example i had to build an external truss rod in the original because i used ash which is quite springy and with the tension of the strings it only kept in tune for about two hours. Pickups were another problem- drowning out the body noise like scratching sounds on the neck or body, which i have since solved.

Why do you think cigar box guitars have regained popularity in the past few years?

Personally i think its because of all the auto-tune bullshit on the radio. People are sick of it and have started to look to the past to find good music coupled with musicians like Seasick Steve and the work of people like Shane Speal of Cigar Box Nation. The best thing is there are no rules, you can make them, tune them and play them anyway you want to.

For more information:

Dio can be contacted via email (dogmanguitars {AT} gmail {DOT} com.

Full Disclosure: I am not in any way affiliated with Dogman Guitars nor have i received any compensation to write this piece.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Victory is mine

One dream.
Eleven months of strategizing and ignoring naysayers.
Five and a half months of unemployment.
Countless emails.
Reams of paperwork.

Victory is mine:
The ability to continue living and working in Canada.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Pour Swain

" The truth is the only thing worth having, and, in a civilized life, like ours, where so many risks are removed, facing it is almost the only courageous thing left to do.

E.V. Lucas

Friday, April 15, 2011

Blog Love #2

It's been a while since I've done a blog love post. The following bloggers are thought provoking, gutsy, funny, outspoken, courageous, artistic and intelligent (although not necessarily in that order).

Shoplifting in a Ghost Town

Chloe Rice is a New York based photographer who mixes music, photography, film, food and snippets from her life on her blog.


Annie & the Little Pinch of Salt

Annie is a photographer/artist/writer who takes beautiful photographs and is one of the most eloquent bloggers around. A gifted storyteller.

"I started blogging in 2006 when I was living in Iceland and didn't have any friends. Since then I've documented two relationships, three break-ups, a journey to Everest, and one long, hot, entirely inappropriate love affair with Nashville, Tennessee. You'll have to search the archives: I cannot bring myself to speak of such things again."


The Anti-Room

The Anti-Room was founded in 2008 by four Irish journalists including Anna Carey, Sinead Gleeson and Edel Coffey who initially wrote under pseudonyms. After a sabbatical Carey and Gleeson returned as site managers/editors. The site has continued to expand, with an extensive list of Irish female writers covering everything from feminism, religion, pop culture, politics and personal observations.

"I once bled onto a Flintstone sock for four days in a Ballsbridge bedsit ’til it was hard enough to slash through human flesh or qualify for a Garda weapon’s seizure. Another time the man I was sleeping with just plain refused to crawl into my bed: ‘June, I can’t…there’s a phone in there and a half-eaten plate of pasta, beer cans and what looks like a piece of an ironing board.’

He was very sweet not to mention the month’s worth of dirty clothes, unread books, loose wires, odd shoes, an upturned lamp and decorative wooden salad fork set I bought as a present but was too lethargic to pass on. While not very apt descriptions of prototypical depression, these two scenarios sum up the cloisterphobic clutter and superglue awfulness of an internal mood shift that can recalibrate your customary life into a bizarre orgy of silent dislocations."


Molls She Wrote

Boston native Molly McAleer documents her life in L.A as a "blogger and internet personality". She is searingly honest, funny as hell and has worked for Defamer, Gawker, Thought Catalogue and The Smoking Jacket among others.

"The universe is fucking cyclical, dawg. I have been in so many situations in my career where I’m interviewing someone who’s being a life-sucking dick the entire time and I just wanted to say to them, “Hey, fuckface! I don’t give a fuck about your movie as much as you don’t give a fuck about telling me about it. I really don’t care. So why don’t you give me my quote so I can leave and you can fulfill your obligation to the studio to promote this piece of shit?”

Molls She Wrote
Molls on Twitter



"Zoetica Ebb – artist, photographer, writer, magazine editor, style technician and cosmonomad. I believe in making life extraordinary and beautiful through all means necessary. I can be hired to write, photograph or draw – simultaneously, if the price is right."

Zoetica has previously worked as a freelance makeup artist, a fashion columnist and photographer with Suicide Girls and in 2007 co-founded Coilhouse Magazine with Nadya Lev and Meredith Yayanos. Coilhouse is a web and print publication dedicated to alternative culture.

Zoetica on Twitter



An anonymous L.A based blogger who combines a feisty attitude and a no bullshit approach to life, love, sex and drugs. Be warned - those who seek her advice will hear the uncensored version, she doesn't sugar coat things. For example:

"At moments like these, I want to drive up to Forest Lawn, find Walt Disney’s grave, dig up whatever part of him wasn’t cryogenically frozen, and bitch-slap him for infecting generations of American women with something I like to call “Prince Charming disease.” This is a terrible affliction that causes grown-ass women to ruin perfectly good relationships by pining away for a nebulous cartoon fiction: passionate, steamy, “happily ever after” love."


Image of Molls: Jennifer Nies
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