Alexandra Valenti (via, via)

Last night Jack White played his first solo show in Chattanooga, Tenn., where I grew up, and I went (with my dad!) and reviewed it for Rolling Stone. If you happen to find yourself in one of the towns where White is going on a very very brief tour this spring, I’d recommend you go see him, absolutely, if you can—I’ve always felt a certain amount of affection for him and his music, nothing too intense, but last night was really something else.

Also: The photo above is by Jo McCaughey. Not sure if this is standard operating procedure for White, but last night—and, it seems, for all his recent and upcoming shows—taking photos and video is outright verboten, as in, there are signs up everywhere about it and a sharp-dressed roadie will make an announcement reminding everyone that they will be asked to leave if they’re seen with a camera. But! There are these amazing, professional, high-resolution photos available for download from White’s website pretty immediately uploaded after every show. I’m not sure too many artists could get away with this—White may be in a special place where he can make these kind of demands and fans are totally willing to comply—but as a precious delicate flower who can be and has been totally turned off at a live show by the omnipresence of amateur-ass wankers and their shitty iPhones taking shitty photos of shitty orange blobs just so they can impress some chick on Instagram or whatever—anyway, clearly I have Feelings about this, so I’m glad someone has some kind of a solution.

ownerseyes:

Julia & Petunia.

I want a pet so that this can be done to me and my pet. Oh my god.

peachtreekeen:

Hey, did you see the animated 2d-3d conversion of a photo of Atlanta after the Civil War? Fresh Loaf posted it yesterday, which means you probably already have (I’ve been kind of behind on things over here), but it’s pretty neat! I mean, not the whole “the entire city being burned to the ground,” or whatever, and not that it wasn’t a logical target because it happened to be the bustling epicenter of a region whose people just wanted SO BAD to keep owning other people as their personal property, but the video. The video is cool.

ANYWAY, it’s apparently a view of Peachtree Street? But who could tell, really, without the Hard Rock and Hooters, so I’ll take ThroughView’s word for it.

"Everyone else can call it whatever they want. But as we fawn over pre-civil war decor, tepees, tents, flowers, and the notion that if we just clicked our ruby red slippers and sucked down a little bit of fresh-squeezed lemonade on our sun-drenched porches, everything would be good again, I will continue to call bullshit. I’m calling this the post-authenticity movement. Because if the very reason that we went back to the simple things was to get back to the basics, then we have lost focus. We’re not getting back to the basics. We’re getting back to materialism fetishized as wagon wheels, straw hats, mason jar cups, and facial hair. A group of plaid-clad brethren knowing that the rest of the people just don’t get it. That may be comfort, but it’s no more authentic than neon lights and steel."

Style shoots must die | Ground Glass (via Becca)

(via The Hairpin)

Wait, are those boxers or jorts? My enjoyment of this tableau may fully depend upon the answer.

From Lindsay McCrum’s Chicks With Guns (via Wired, via The Hairpin)

Alison, Marlee, Lee, & Margaret
Richmond, Virginia
Boss 20-gauge side-by-sides

Margaret: “Growing up in a hunting family meant adventures so great that the images of these trips loomed large in my childhood imagination. Watching the preparation, gathering the gear, cleaning the guns, listening to the talk of hope and success in the field.”

I saw some of these photos in a show at the Rockefeller Institute when I was at the Oxford American summit this summer; they’re stunning, but having the stories with them really makes it. I’ve never fired a gun in my life and am, quite frankly, really scared of just the idea of them, but this project makes striking a pose against a majestic landscape while cradling a frightening metal deathtube very very appealing to me.

Zombie Walk 2011 (by J Trav)

Zombie C.K.?!

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Man, I so wanted this to be a glam metal-themed engagement shoot. I am so disappointed.

Rusted-out cargo trailers and empty baby strollers. Just another day at the u-pick pumpkin patch.