Hellz Bellz is promoting their newest collection of goodies, however this time it’s not clothes, it’s the art that goes on the clothes. Some graphics work really well as prints and some work really well on tees, however Hellz Bellz believes they have some that land in that perfect middle ground where you can have your cake and eat it too. They are releasing limited edition prints of select graphics on 12×17 lithographic canvases, all hand painted, numbered, and signed by Hellz founder, Lanie Barcena. Each piece is limited to 20 pieces, and the first one has just become available today, so if you’re a fan of the brand, or just the art work, go pick one up now!
Hey people, don’t forget, last night in Richmond was the beginning of Volture’s record release weekend tour. Tonight Philly and tomorrow night NYC…Be there!
Check it out, with the print version coming soon we decided we needed a new logo, Check out what our friend Adam Smith from Part Time studios came up with for us HERE
It looks like there is a lot of nice detailing and thought put into this. Check out all the specs from SE.
Us Versus Them has teamed up with SE Bikes to design the best fixed freestyle frameset available. Spearheaded by UVT’s James Banuelos, the Us Versus Them frame was designed from the ground up to withstand the harshest abuse that riders are putting their bikes through. Tested by Gus Molina, Josh Boothby, and DJ Mull, the frame has been put through months of abuse to make sure that the frame is bombproof. The Cr-Mo frame has been fully heat treated with the top and down tubes being double butted. The seat tube has been cut-out to allow clearance for larger (50c) tire sizes along with ovalized & tapered seat and chain stays for extra tire and foot clearances. The 73mm mid bottom bracket and Campy compatible integrated headset are both externally machined and a sealed Tange headset comes installed as well as a trick integrated seat clamp. Finally, the Landing Gear forks are heat treated & butted for even more strength.
To match the aggressive nature of the technical specs, UVT designer Graham Nystrom gave the bike his signature treatment, choosing a gunmetal grey paint for the base color of the frame, and wrapping a tonal hand drawn snake scale print around the front, the brand motto “Never Stop” is printed on the brake bridge along with UVT/SE branding on the seat tube.
There have been a bunch of Vans releases associated with musical artists. Some collaborative, some not, some available to the every man and some exclusive to the “VIP’s”. The upcoming Santigold collaboration with Vans is a bit more memorable or, “special”, if you will because it’s a girls shoe. Vans has never been discriminatory towards the fairer sex, but most of the collabs in recent memory, besides the Hellz Bellz Vans have been for the dudes. The Tosha Hi will have black premium perforated full grain leather, with faux gold chains, black soles and a SG gold pin, designed by jewelery designer Jules Kim of Bijules. Look for these to be available after Feb 1st.
There are buffets of predictive morsels out there about who will win the Academy Award in EVERY category, shade, color, birthstone and boob size; and, it’s my guess, you aren’t dropping in on OOP to read about that anyway. Well, I have no intention of making any assumptions about an award ceremony that I never watch. I did, however, go see The King’s Speech this weekend and I did something I have never done before. I read the screenplay 2 hours before I went.
Let me start by saying, I DO NOT ADVISE THIS. If you want to actually watch a movie you should go, clearheaded, with flask and popcorn in hand, disappear into another world and emerge an hour or so later with a black eye smeared with BBQ sauce (if you go to Riverview) , introspective and clammy handed (if you go to a Ritz) or ready to jump the next green eyed, brown haired girl who could pass for Mila Kunis (if you go AMC). You should be able to fall into the prickly arms of the enchantingly regal, Helena Bonham Carter in this practical and perfectly suited celluloid orchestra (away from her conducting “hubby”) without watching every flit of thought behind her signature smirk. I would have preferred to struggle alongside the emotionally taxed Duke (Colin Firth) as he battled between duty and disorder and been mentally marauded by the compassionate soul-digging eyes of “Doctor” Logue (Geoffrey Rush). But no, all I fucking did was watch a screenplay move out of my head and onto the screen. I predicted every move / line, judged every decision. I wanted to gag myself, slam an anvil over my head and lock myself in a broom closet so that I could enjoy the movie. I’ve tried it before, but it doesn’t get me anywhere other than the floor and an average head rush.
The film entertains a true story of the temperamental Duke of York’s battle with his lifelong stutter, his intuitive and spicy speech therapist, his dad (and later his dead dad played by Michael Gambone), his patient wife and his dumb ass brother (Guy Pearce). The story is as eloquent and painful as life. The royals, no matter how much you love them, are pretty fucked and Firth/Pearce/Bonham Carter do the warden’s work of pulling you through the guarded gate and locking you in for a spell with the ultimate in family duty extremists and the well tailored individualized tyranny it holds over them.
The director (Tom Hooper) takes his time with you, caressing moments with lingering intimacy. Voiceless weighted reactions marry themselves to the sharp wit
deftly written by David Seidler; ultimately teaching how solid friendships form and last (in the in-betweens, in the showing up). And for this, both were majestic. But what I found lacked (and this may just be me) was the levity of England and Europe’s situation at the time of stammer psych. Folks, there was a short fella laying brick for brand new ovens just to the East. The perfect moment for the director to have bore this point was right after Kingbo watches himself on the talky box. Hitler appears in a news reel speaking to reams of rigid armed zealots, the king’s daughter asks what Hitler’s going on about, and his response? Obviously, ‘I don’t know what he’s saying but he is sure saying it well’ or some shit like that. I wanted to throw my shoe. We get it, speech is everything, and the voice of England essentially manifested a pussy ass physical reaction to his oppressive father. So fucking what?! You are going into another world war and the hound dog faced Churchill already told you, dumbass. I hate browbeating, it’s quite anti-American of me. And don’t give me any of that, he was removed shit. The director wasn’t.
Well, I hope Geoffrey Rush wins the most awesome actor award. Is he nominated? Is that an award?
And if you’re in film school or want to write or want to act or want to direct and you have the chromosomal moving picture disorder that I do, where you get sucked in like a baby to Barnie, then I DO ADVISE reading the script right before. You’ll see, say good bye to the good times.
Matt and Kim’s video for Cameras off their most recent album, Sidewalks courtesy of MTV. This video is quite well done and I was very impressed with the construction of the whole thing. The only thing I didn’t like was that you can hear all of the fight noises as they are happening. Slightly annoying if you are trying to hear the song, but still worth a watch. It’s the kind of fun we’ve all come to expect from Matt & or Kim.
So, just a few wee months ago I decided to start a porn company and call it “The Moustache in the Bushes” because I believe in 70′s porn. I believe in sex riddled sloppy storylines AND I BELIEVE IN BUSH!! Well, the cosmic connectitron of all our thoughts and desires proves itself ever faster as evidenced by this tantalizing montage of bushed-out beavers and break dance moves. The video promotes Amanda Palmer’s new album, Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under which is available RIGHT NOW for the aptly priced 69 cents at http://music.amandapalmer.net/album/amanda-palmer-goes-down-under. I don’t have much time to go on about the juiciness of the art direction, the “OK-ness” into “catchy-ness” of the song or the veritable retard enjoyability of the direction and artists within, because I am supposed to be writing longer articles for the print version of Out of Print Mag which they tell me will be out in February. Out of Print, in Print…. wonderfully ironic.
Thank you Amanda Palmer, Michael Pope (director),Hillary Spera (camera), Zea Barker & Cassandra Long (all stuff art) for kicking censorship and pubic conformity in its cooter.
Art Nouveau Feminism at its purest:
“Some girls want no shape and they shave it all. That’s so whack. It hurts with the stubble.”
“I say grow that shit like a jungle. Give them something strong to hold on to.”
