Graduating is a confusing and upsetting time, often jam-packed full of questions from old people.
Ah, Kurt Cobain: the first man to make us want to cry and come at the same time, preferably in a dirty public bathroom.
It’s 2014 and the opportunity for a two person, synth-blurring, low-fi/high-fi act like Silent Lions to succeed is more impressive than ever before.
Earlier this year, I wrote to a magazine that I like to pitch an article about Lydia Tomkiw, post-punk absudist poet and singer for the band Algebra Suicide. I had done some writing and research for the piece, but hadn’t got too far.
Caleb Cole is photographer that places himself inside of other people, and sometimes—dolls.
This Monday marked ten years since Elliott Smith stabbed himself in the chest twice.
The risk is sometimes the only way we can really get going.