“What was he supposed to do? Just bow down and let the grizzly gangs run the place? No, goddamnit. This is a man! He put down his bowl of shoe-leather soup, strapped on his Ursine Assaultin’ Trackpants (every Russian has a pair) and he went to beat that fucker to death with a pepper-mill.”
(via rocketjumper)
“Darren Almond (1971, England) is an artist based in London. He works in a variety of media, most notably photography and film, which he uses to explore the effects of time on the individual. Almond travels to remote locations that reveal an emptiness of the human spirit while challenging the sense of one’s own isolation and insignificance.”
Via Folkert.
En la lista de conciertos a los que no fui y por los que probablemente me dejaría arrancar una muela, caso de haber vehículo de relocación espaciotemporal a mano, este puntúa bien alto.
“Fearing that the natural world is being replaced by technology, the artist installed a working computer inside of an idle beaver. First, she crafted a computer from the motherboard up, tested it, then hollowed out a stuffed beaver and molded the two together using spandex spray, resin, and fiberglass. After three months of work, the result was Compubeaver, followed up by its accessory, Text-o-Possum, a stuffed possum that’s equipped with a laser in its back leg that projects a virtual keyboard.”
Jaaaaajajajajaja!!!
Lo que decía. Añado que la tipa exhibe una obsesión por lo oral que no es ni medio normal. No me quejo, lo oral es una cosa de la que estoy muy a favor.
“¿Eeooooooooo? ¿Cariño? ¿Eres tú? ¿Holaaaaaaa? ¡Espera, que voy!”
(via The Raw Feed)
“Well, theres only one thing we can do now. Call in the fire bats to torch the zergling eggs before they hatch.”
Most probable explanation, also from Youtube comments: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tubifex_tubifex
(via Greenshines)
“My photographs fuse a gothic sensibility and performative elements with traditional landscape imagery, in order to explore the metaphoric potential of the environment. My most recent project, Feral, was shot while on solitary kayaking and hiking trips, using a medium format camera and basic camping supplies. In many works, traces of my body are visible as I merge with, take refuge in, and lose myself in the natural world. In some scenes my body is dwarfed by the primordial landscape, as if swallowed up by nature; in others I dissolve myself, in a rush of water, or am nearly engulfed in a creeeping fog. Many photographs reveal evidence of some seemingly paranormal event—a fire burning in a river or an ambiguous, intimate encounter with a fox. Through these enigmatic photographs, boundaries shift, blurring the line between human and landscape, and human and animal.”
via megancump.com
No sólo me parece la mejor foto de un pájaro que ha pasado jamás por mis retinas, sino que es una de las imágenes más increíblemente bonitas que he visto. Dios, no puedo dejar de mirarla.
This is how one must feel during an alien invasion. Destructive energy bolts included.
(via)
No sé cómo de reales le parecerán a un pingüino, pero creo que si yo fuera uno habría encontrado al compañero ideal para compartir corrientes, saltos desde rocas y el invierno incubando huevos.
Me revienta encontrarme fotos así y que el mamón de quien la encontró antes que yo no haga ni una leve alusión a la fuente original.
A lo que vamos. Soberbio bicho ¿no? La única especie que me suena parecida es el Vampyrotheutis infernalis (le conocerán de multitud de documentales), aunque siempre que he tenido la oportunidad de ver imágenes del susodicho ha sido, a juzgar por la negrura que le rodeaba, a profundidades abisales donde no llega la luz y donde es imposible apreciar este primoroso contraste.