terça-feira, 31 de julho de 2012

ALIEN

Alien Movie Poster

KATIA IVANOVA

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CHANTAL HANSE

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ASK THE DUST

UNKNOW

CITIZEN K MAGAZINE

A ARTE DE YORICK NUBE

APOCALIPSE NOW

Apocalypse Now Movie Poster

JONNY LANG - BREAKIN' ME

UNKNOW

A ARTE DE MARIO SORRENTI

AMERICAN HISTORY X

American History X Movie Poster

A ARTE DE BRUCE WEBER

JEFF BUCKLEY - LAST GOOBYE

ELIZA SYS

A ARTE DE KEN KELLY

Ken Kelly - Fantasy

SÉRIE GRANDES CAPAS: STICKY FINGERS - ROLLING STONES (1971)


By John Pashe

A ARTE DE KARIM SADI

CREAM - STORMY MONDAY

A ARTE DE MERT ALAS & MARCUS PIGGOTT

DAZED & CONFUSED MAGAZINE

ANNA DE RIJK

AMERICAN GIGOLO

EMILY O'HARA

SÉRIE GRANDES CAPAS: LOVEDRIVE - SCORPIONS (1979)


By Hipnosis




BLACK LABEL SOCIETY - SUICIDE MESSIAH

APOCALIPSE NOW

A ARTE DE MERT ALAS & MARCUS PIGGOTT

ALL THAT JAZZ

A ARTE DE JOAN PELAEZ

A ARTE DE LUIS ROYO

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A ARTE DE LUIS ROYO

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A ARTE DE DOUG WADE

WATAIN - WATERS OF AIN

MARI PARAÍBA

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MADONNA

A ARTE DE RUSLAN LOBANOV

ALONE IN THE DARK

JONNY LANG - LIE TO ME

JIM MORRISON BY GUY WEBSTER

SÉRIE GRANDES CAPAS: ROCKA ROLLA - JUDAS PRIEST (1974)


By John Pasche

VANESSA ZOTTH

THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING

ALLEEN GINSBERG - HOWL (EXERPT)


HOWL
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving

  hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry
  fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the 
  starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the
  supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of
  cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels
  staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkan-
  sas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes
  on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in
  wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt 
  of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or
  purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and 
  endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind
  leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the mo-
  tionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunk-
  enness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon
  blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring
  winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of
  mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy
  Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought 
  them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain
  all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's floated out and sat
  through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the
  crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox, 

JO GARCIA

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ZUZANA DRABINOVA

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RHIAN SUDGEN

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THE DREAMERS

SÉRIE GRANDES CAPAS: IV - LED ZEPPELIN (1971)




By Barrington Colby Mom

BLACK REBEL MOTORCYCLE CLUB - BERLIM

GARY SNYDER



Hay For The Horses
He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous mountain roads,
And pulled in at eight a.m.
With his big truckload of hay
behind the barn.
With winch and ropes and hooks
We stacked the bales up clean
To splintery redwood rafters
High in the dark, flecks of alfalfa
Whirling through shingle-cracks of light,
Itch of haydust in the
sweaty shirt and shoes.
At lunchtime under Black oak
Out in the hot corral,
--The old mare nosing lunchpails,
Grasshoppers crackling in the weeds --
"I'm sixty-eight" he said,
"I first bucked hay when I was seventeen.
I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that's just what
I've gone and done." 

LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI - JUNKMAN'S OBBLIGATO (PART 03)


Let’s go
smelling of sterno
where the benches are filled
with discarded Bowling Green statues
in the interior dark night
of the flower bowery
our eyes watery
with the contemplation
of empty bottles of muscatel.
Let us recite from broken bibles
on streetcorners
Follow dogs on docks
Speak wild songs
Throw stones
Say anything
Blink at the sun and scratch
and stumble into silence
Diddle in doorways
Know whores thirdhand
after everyone else is finished
Stagger befuddled into East River sunsets
Sleep in phone booths
Puke in pawnshops
wailing for a winter overcoat.

SÉRIE GRANDES CAPAS: THE MAN WHO SOL THE WORLD - DAVID BOWIE (1970)


By Brian Ward

V FOR VENDETTA