For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up the asshole of creation and set it off. The world is rotting away, dying piecemeal. But it needs the coup de grace, it needs to be blown to smithereens. Not one of us is intact, and yet we have in us all the continents and the seas between the continents and the birds of the air. We are going to put it down — the evolution of this world which has died but which has not been buried. (H.M.)

List of authors:
Jonė Reed
Tommy Ga-Ken Wan 溫嘉勤
Rhabarberrabe
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Synths and ’80s. Selection of tracks with a special addictive flavour. Tracklist ahead, hope you enjoy.

Droid Bishop – In Search of Gemini
She Said – Album Outro (Pop is the poison SYNTHWAVE is the cure)
PyramidAeon – We Are The Sun
Mitch Murder – Mirage

Yes, it is attraction and anger, a superfluous nightmare in the antechamber of a technocratic hell.
It’s the non-showing of a rapid eucharist of objects and consumptions. Paints the body as a whole metropolis inhabited by infinite “ourselves”, with streets and buildings made ​​of bones, flesh, lust and rust.

At the edge of this “civilization”, imaginary ideograms burn like scaldings, rousing a desired (and already experienced) violence.

If this cruelty is more than a refined re-presentation, are we the involuntary guardians of our own fetishism towards “progress”? Or are we magnifying glasses that mystify, enlarging them, devastated sections of our living organisms and digital extensions?
The answer is: the mechanical apocalypse is yesterday.

Today, for the death or the latest smartphone model, there’s nothing else to do but lie down.

Tetsuo: The Iron Man is a 1989 movie by Shinya Tsukamoto.

Nick Ballon is a photographer based in London, an observer par excellence. With an underlying, yet gently satirical sense of humour, his documentary photography is as carefully considered as he is as a person. His portraits are wonderfully to the point, allowing his subjects to flourish in his frame, whilst his landscapes convey a poetic and timeless sense of space.

Official website here.

Love Soldiers by Chloe Feinberg. Still waiting for the full lenght version of this promising trailer.
Fine arts, feminist porn, fashion, erotic cinema in this gradient world divided by closed lines and an overall feel that brought me back to some great David Cronenberg movies.

Graphite drawings by Brooklyn-based illustrator Michael Schall throw you in a black and white world made of cyclical dawns trapped in hell’s outskirts, surrounded by someone else’s memories.

Explore them, if you’re brave.