Posted in boys, fashion, music by okkame on May 30, 2011

A bit boring but look at his looks. Socks of different colors could have served him better btw.




January 11, 1968, Vol. XIII, No. 13

Zappa & the Mothers: Ugly Can Be Beautiful
by Sally Kempton:



Announcement of the advent of a transpacific UFO wreck

Posted in boys, Friends & Myself ? (maybe someday) by okkame on May 29, 2011

Me from the immediate future in one of worse case scenarios



Unless  a calamity strikes the planet earth, I’ll have set foot in America by the evening of the 7th of June with the most rustic F.O.B. awe you can imagine. And I shouldn’t look back from there. This America is the best representative of her in my paltry knowledge, namely NYC where I will take advantage of its noted public transportation system and hopefully a fragment of opportunities that I believe are being hatched even at this writ(h)ing under its broad cityscape.


No romantist fantasy involved – I clearly know what I signed for: a warts-and-all cinema verite without any artistic value and possible release date. I had been vegetated by my fatalistic despair and insurmountable ugly desires but eventually opted for a deadly venture to there (move!)  instead of a tepid death to my being in here fucking Korea. This choice, disgracefully squeezed out of the ashen skin of my corporeal life, was almost inevitable (I have nothing to lose. So don’t call me a loser). Why it’s deadly?; For practical purposes, I have no contacts in NYC (cue Bourdieu) and I couldn’t afford even a student visa, which means I am not equipped with a proper means to legitimately survive out there and that’s the background from which I come to this point; I must land whatever gig that’s available to me as an alien ASAP, so if you happen to stock any handsomely entwined ropes to tie my american livelihood – in your warehouse, attic, toilet, wherever they might be, please show me. I’m a responsible, punctual, industrious worker of strong working class ethic trained in a variety of menial manual labor (mostly for $4 an hour, no kidding !!!) and there’ll be no language barrier for sure. Bussing tables, washing dishes, mopping the floor, housekeeping, schlepping goods, bike messaging, feeding your cute wayward iguana, dumping garbage … If you ever take on me, I’ll perform my duty like a bulimic scarfs food ! For goodness’ sake, spare me from serving in a Korean restaurant with my beautiful hair cut and the dread of encountering yet another SSN monster on Craigslist. And importantly, don’t forget that I’m a fucking hipster. My blurb about your new album would have a greater level of crafty bluff and be capable of ringing up more $ on your part than any blurb your lazy friend comes up with skipping your record stoned. 


I hope this letter will appeal to latent sympathy and streaming kindness in your heart in a  wakingly positive and warmly captivating way. I’m such a fuck up that I’m afraid I don’t have anything to give you in return if you extended your hand of Midas to the leaden passage of my immediate future. But don’t people donate to Japan Relief or something like that? In my understanding, this is a bigger, graver cause with no need to use money. So why not? And who knows? I might tattoo your saintly name on the left side of my chest. Think of all the great relationships the internet ever enabled you to have and shed your bashfulness for the time being, and then contemplate my email address You know what you wanna do.



Posted in boys, music by okkame on May 28, 2011


David Toop: “Do you know Hasil Adkins? Very popular with Pan Sonic.”



David Toop also thinks the world of Korean traditional music. Those white bohemians….

Nam Jun Paik once said he loathed John Cage because of Cage’s  Zen mania which felt factitious to Paik when they first met.



Posted in films, girls by okkame on May 25, 2011

Isabelle Huppert




Posted in girls, photos by okkame on May 25, 2011

Rineke Dijkstra, Self-Portrait, Marnixbad, Amsterdam, 1991




Posted in boys, music by okkame on May 23, 2011

At Landmark on october 10th 2009. Skullflower played at Utmarks Bergen Noise Fest 2009



My religion. ♥ . Beautiful. Enter the Asura. See the immortal in the eye of the blackest miasma. Listen out for the abysmal screams of the fallen, sacrifices to the lord underneath. Matthew Bower is the Jimi Hendrix of noise. Sexy as hell. Creating an image of Matthew Bower copulating with Dominic Fernow in my head, I find it much more prepossessing than this Albini X Mascis scab;





Posted in girls, music by okkame on May 22, 2011

S.I.S.T.A.R 19 – Ma Boy




Posted in boys, girls, photos by okkame on May 20, 2011

Helen Levitt, New York, 1972




Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, 1923


Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.



I dig this poem, but I as a scorpio am resistant to the wisdom it breathes out.



Posted in girls, music by okkame on May 20, 2011

Julianna Barwick and Ikue Mori



Bo Ningen

Posted in boys, music by okkame on May 20, 2011

Bo Ningen (meaning “Stick Men” from London via Japan): Holy Maguro !!! If you ever tell me there’s any band rocking better than them on the face of the earth, you will immediately be charged with perjury and obstruction of musical justice by the P.O.P magistrates’ court.



Bo NingenKoroshitai Kimochi. Directed by Lamo Wizard (Marek Steven and Amy Leverton)



Interview with Bo Ningen, a Japanese psychedelic rock band based in London with clips from their gig at the Queen of Hoxton 24 Oct 09


Where’s my Maguro?