With Silvermine, is your determination to collect this material purely driven by geography? Or do you have a China fetish? Thomas Sauvin occupies a strange place in photography. His output is sincere, his knowledge of classic hiphop is un-fuckwittable, and his publications are highly coveted gems in the photographic book fetish world. That, […]
Axel Hoedt’s “Dusk” is a real enemy of the cross – a concise and metaphoric look at the subjects of the Swiss and Austrian tradition of carnival.
The book by Kominek is nocturnal in every way. Black pages, black endpapers, black outlook, black object, black vision.
“Every dried out mummy-corpse, every dead child, every snarl of these fucking dogs – it’s like they invade my dreams- I can’t get relief either awake or asleep.”
Satanic Panic Part II
‘ATEM’ is to use photographs for what they really are, non-representational epitaphs of moments rendered in silver with little meaning.
Theirs will be a genetic lineage where Eden’s vast land has been bulldozed over for that of another Wal-Mart parking lot where their future generations will congregate to buy house paint while sipping numbness-inducing frozen latte’s from the Starbucks within. By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, June 2015 It, to him, presents a stranglehold […]
My eye continues to vector the punctuating structures here from where I have flown so close to the pattern of Icarus that I’m just waiting for my wings to melt. By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, May 2015 My eye slips from its socket and shakes loose from its lodging in my skull. I grasp at […]
”Start to live; start to see how you can be dead and alive at the same time instead of alive and alive.”
In 2015, the people that rule our world are not concerned with their oral gesturing, their sweaty temples, or their dissenting eyes. They condemn the mass populace through the veil of hidden technologies, cleverly hidden behind boardrooms and at best, scratchy Skype call images. By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, May 2015 The organ has no fixed […]
The duo had created the membrane of their meeting based on the physicality of the auto and their drive to intertwine their bodies through their primary, yet graceless couplings via a chance meeting in an etherized world of electronic falsettos and cum-soaked chat rooms. By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, May 2015 The sun stretched […]
Goin’ Grout Drinkin There was that pulsing light, the screams, the horns, the fighting words, and the women yelling for their dead and soon to be bloated children littering the streets. By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, May 2015 A slow pulse throbs between my temples. I stumble forward, the light in my eyes is blinding. […]