Donald Trump posts something self-aggrandising on Twitter.
Photoshop that tweet in as juvenile a manner you like until he looks as bovine as his politics.
Post the results on Twitter.
Congratulations! You have #TrumpJacked.
Donald Trump posts something self-aggrandising on Twitter.
Photoshop that tweet in as juvenile a manner you like until he looks as bovine as his politics.
Post the results on Twitter.
Congratulations! You have #TrumpJacked.
Comic Con hit New York in all its Cosplay finery this week, but, as in previous years, there were varying degrees of commitment on display.
While tacitly acknowledging the imagination and effort people put into this, I’m just going to move straight through into mocking the sartorially challenged and wildly misled.
You know, like I usually do.
Continue reading “Comic Con 2015: Examining the fine line between genius and insanity”
These photos, from a series called ‘The Wrong Turn’, depict a young Indian woman being manhandled on a bus.
Continue reading “‘The Wrong Turn’? That’s One Way of Looking At It”
For ‘The Valleys’ girls, this is a arguably step forward. Image via blogspot.
When I were a lass, digital technology was, like my sense of dignity, in its infancy.
I could stride confidently through my errors of judgement – clothing, opinions, whether a cardboard box full of beer bottles would indeed hold my weight – safe in the knowledge that while I would wake up with a hangover, some minor facial injuries and a heavy feeling of shame in my gut, it was unlikely the moment in question was currently being broadcast across social media networks or indeed, national newspapers.
Continue reading “Digital Witness Says: Error. Does Not Compute”
What is this person buying from a pharmacy? Nothing that will benefit mankind, I’ll warrant.
I used to be a goth. A proper one, who would not leave the house with first festooning myself in crushed velvet, eyeliner, talcum powder and at least two unfeasibly large hats.
Many people saw me. Many people laughed as me and my little gang – an erstwile group equally caught up in the romanticism of gloomy men covered in flour shouting indecipherable lyrics about Cthulhu into the fog – dodged between shop awnings to evade the watery sunlight. We drank cider and black, found philosophical meaning in the work of Wayne Hussey and drank heroic quantities of cider & black.
Continue reading “Cosplay: When There Simply Aren’t Enough Fancy Dress Parties”
Plath. Not bad, but could have made more of an effort with her hair. Image via jezebel.
It isn’t the fact that Vice magazine thought it appropriate to illustrate the fashion section of it’s ‘Women In Fiction’ issue with images of models posing as female writers at the time of their deaths.
It isn’t even that Jezebel reprinted them in full, re-emphasising the point regardless of the critical copy that surrounded them.
Continue reading “Vice Magazine: Smile, Though Your Heart Is Aching”
Image via facebook.
That model’s alarm is feigned, surely? No one with actual boobs is going to be that scared of another pair of boobs, even if they’re attached to a FEMEN activist making an unscheduled appearance onstage at Germany’s Next Top Model.
Well, unless they’re a complete dimwit, in which case anything is possible.
Image: Dominic Lipinski/PA Wire.
Fashion is about self-expression, confidence and showing the world who you are.
Style commentator Lottie Johansson.
Ladies & gents, my new favourite hat.
Not because the creators chose to articulate their point by replacing the skinny female models used in some ads with furry, rotund geezers, although you may argue if you check out the still at 3:27.
Not even because you know their assertion that people’s lives are negatively affected by images featured in ad campaigns is true.
It’s petrifying because it’s only when you’re forced to examine advertisements individually and non-contextually that you realise how dehumanising they actually are.
For all of us.
Image: Andrew H. Walker/Getty Images.
Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman.
Unless you’re Andrej Pejic. For him, it’s a piece of piss.