Mad kids are rocking half-cabs these days, but I doubt that most of them realize that the Cab in Half Cab stands for Caballero. Came across this photo today on dude’s Blog. Massive, still ripping hard.

These Russian Milk ads are explicit on so many different levels, but it has been claimed to have upped milk consumption in Mother Russia!

I’m not sure if these models have heard of the term bukkake before but I’m pretty sure they have heard it about million times since these photos were published, poor girls.

Lars von Trier’s Antichrist – Official Trailer from Zentropa on Vimeo.

I’m not usually a fan of Willem Dafoe but Antichrist like a promising movie. Paired with Charlotte Gainsbourg, Dafoe looks like a perfect choice for this flick.

The storyline is a couple escapes to Eden, their cabin in the woods to repair their broken marriage and rekindle their love. Pleasant right? Well, shit goes downhill from there as Charlotte’s character begins to be tormented by nature. A whole series of “Omen-esque” montages take place, showing animals preparing for the arrival of the Beast. Because nature is Satan’s church after all!

No word on the US release, but I’ll try to keep you posted!

Make sure you catch Plastician tonight at Santos Party House. If you really need a taste of the apocalypse check his year in Dubstep with Keep Watch Vol. 8! Are you stupid in the face!!!?

Konrete Jungle Presents:
Plastician, Nebulla, Dore, Soroka & Courage

Santos Party House
100 Lafayette St.
New York, NY

21+ 10pm
$10 Cover

Au Revoir Simone - Still Night, Still Light (2009) [Moshi Moshi] // Grade: A

Though they’ve been floating around my radar from the start, I only really started caring about Brooklyn electro-pop trio Au Revoir Simone when I realized their name was a reference to the pivotal bye-bye scene in Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure. Before that, I’d dismissed them as just another in a string of ethereal, not-really-french bands with cutesy-frenchy names. The sort of thing made for craft nights, if you know what I mean: background noise to hot-pink decoupage and houses full of yarn.

This is a recurring theme with Au Revoir Simone: what bubbles beneath the surface is far more interesting than what rises to the top. Still Light, Still Night, their third and arguably most sophisticated album is less about what you hear immediately–jaunty little keyboard arrangements, wispy-thin female vocals–than what you really have to listen for. Perfectly placed hand-claps on a Legend of Zelda-like “Knight of Wands”. The crackle and hiss of a vocal recorded way hot on the sweet singalong “Take Me As I Am”.  Wintry bells and filter sweeps and all manner of production techniques that mean zilch on their own but give every track an atmosphere that’s too sugary and optimistic to resist. (Think Candyland’s Peppermint Forest. Seriously.)

The big picture gets a whole lot bigger once you hear acknowledge all those extras. Then you pay attention to the stunning structures, the incredible restraint. Every catchy (and sometimes legitimately New Order-ish) melody. And that’s when you realize: shit, this might be one of the best synth-pop albums since Ladytron’s 604, albeit not so dangerous or, you know, European. You may have to forgive it a few cliches–Kate Bush rules that whole winter-waif thing, please stop trying–but Still Light, Still Night is an addictive and truly impressive album from a band capable of smashing every preconceived notion made by lame-o girls like me. They win.

This may look like harmless hex-based military strategy videogame fun, just with a slightly cute “Oh, Japan!!” kinda bent, but Moe Moe Ni-ji-taisen (Ryaku) Ultra Deluxe offers more than just adorable, super-deformed World War II recreation.

It lets you fend off Axis forces as a nubile anime maiden that’s part plane, part Japanese school girl. Somewhere out there, someone wants to bone a P-51 Mustang, apparently.

Not sure this is necessarily a bad thing. The rampant feminization of objects in Japan has its appeal. Or maybe I’ve been playing video games and watching crap anime for too long. I was raised on giant robots — Macross, Mazinger, Transformers — so maybe there’s part of me that, given the right sexy robot… well, things could happen. I’ve read enough Heavy Metal magazine, seen enough Hajime Sorayama airbrushed art to not rule out sex robots as something that might become the norm, given the right century.

But sexy war machines? That’s going to take some getting used to. I’ve never had a thing for amputees, which is all this reminds me of.

Maybe it’s the exploding clothes. Maybe it’s the gruesome reality of where the flesh meets the tank tread. Maybe this is just a horrible videogame that strictly for lonely boner time. More Moe Moe Ni-ji-taisen (Ryaku) Ultra Deluxe here if you’ve finally found what you’re looking for.

You guys have seen that I shoot solo sets of my girls, but I also shoot Girl/Girl sets.  And when I do shoot these G/G sets the girls either pretend to have sex, or end up actually doing it. It always gets quiet on my shoots when the girls are really making out, But I stay focused, keep shooting and leave the girls to play with themselves.

I shot  Asa Akira and Renee Perez (above in the pic) for a really hot magazine coming out in October.  When it hits the stands, you better believe I’m going to tell you all about it!

Check for the uncensored shot after the jump!
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I’m not a sneakerhead by any means (or, apparantley, a photographer) but when the Nike SB “Boba Fetts” came across my radar (almost a year after their release), I pounced with no apprehension. After collecting Star Wars forever and dishing out so much paper for rehashed plastic, things like a sneaker with Fett colorway are what’s going to get my dick throbbing. Since wearing these yesterday, I’ve been speaking a lot less and I killed the neighbor’s dogs to make shoulder pelts. Jaster Mereel all day!!!

I’ve been obsessed with director Rian Johnson (Brick, The Brothers Bloom) since I saw Brick back in 2005. Not just his movies though…I’m obsessed with Rian Johnson himself. I’ve read every piece of press I could find on him and I repeatedly listen to the same interviews with him. I never thought I would be jealous of someone’s normal speaking voice, but I want Rian’s; it has this nerdy pitch to it combined with a slight lisp that cannot be faked. He’s got a positively awesome website filled with random musings and photographs that only marginally have to do with his movies. One of these gems is  The Letter. In Rian’s own words:

The following letter was found discarded on the sidewalk behind The Post Group editorial studios in Hollywood, California on September 9, 1997. Theories as to its origin are encouraged.

It’s three pages of impossible WTF. I forwarded it to my girl Rachel B., and she put it perfectly: “Wow, that’s impressive penmanship for such crass language.” Rian, being the gentleman he is, includes a transcription of the letter, which doesn’t help it make any sense at all. Do check it out.