Cricklade Cricket Club members punt to a Sunday match escorted by their loyal mascot Toby
National Geographic | June 1983
Students from the Sorbonne sit around a table in the Jardin du Luxembourg, c. 1950
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Featured Artist Andy Best. More artists found on http://www.foam.org/home
2,300th post reserved for this BABE *trumpets and angelic choirs sing her name*
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“I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via sorakeem)
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“Punk-founded doubt and fear has directly spawned the cowardly culture of modern irony. Fear of being called out or targeted for enjoying art that doesn’t meet the stringent criteria of punkness—a criteria too ineffable to codify, but pernicious and deadly to underestimate—has given us no outlet for the vagaries of our taste but to claim that we enjoy the things we love only out of mocking disdain for the awfulness we pre-emptively ascribe to them. The very act of loving something ironically is an admission that punk-rock groupthink has denied us our own will. Scorn has become the ouroboros, the snake eating its own tail, distancing us from joy to the point that our souls rebel. Punk has encouraged us to hate innocence until the only entertainments we can appreciate are the fake epiphanies of celebrity weight-loss porn and cynical folk-revival banjo music that borders on thoughtcrime.”
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John Roderick: Punk Rock is Bullshit
If you don’t think this has anything to do with how you dress, you’re wrong. My friend John Roderick’s essay in this week’s Seattle Weekly is thoughtful and powerful. And if you’re wondering, John Roderick is very Punk Rock.
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