DoFo giving reporters the death-stare. via Don Peat on Twitter.
With just over a month to go before the municipal election, Rob Ford’s mysterious abdominal tumour, which was addressed last night at Mount Sinai hospital by colorectal cancer expert Dr. Zane Cohen, has forced the crack-smoking mayor of Toronto into a hospital bed for further testing. As a result of this medical emergency, Rob Ford’s brother, a kickboxing black-belt holder by the name of Doug Ford, has taken the reigns of Robbie’s campaign and will aim to extend the rich legacy of a Ford-run Toronto into 2018
Despite his noble intentions, Dougie showed up to City Hall’s elections office with inadequate paperwork to run, which nearly ruined his campaign before it even began. But, like a Hail Mary in the 4th quarter (the Fords love football, remember), he was able to fill out a goddamn form properly, just in time for Friday’s 2 PM deadline, and is officially in the race.
Rob, despite being hospitalized, is not completely out of municipal politics in 2014. His nephew Michael, who was originally going to run for Doug’s council seat, has stepped down from running in Ward 2, and RoFo will now be running for City Council.
Nice try, Mikey.
Winters in Chicago are too cold and too long for its people to survive without getting fucked up all the time.
Skateboarding is an insane thing to do because it involves speeding recklessly around cities on a flat wooden board, with all your brittle body parts exposed and ready to be shattered. Basically, anyone who skates is a luntatic. Thankfully, lunatics do things like spit blood on their bathroom walls and 50-50 grind off the Grand Canyon, so they make for interesting film subjects.
Today, VICE Films is bringing you All This Mayhem, the story of two legendary skaters and wild men, brothers Tas and Ben Pappas, from the pinnacle of the sport to their ultimate undoing.
WATCH THE TRAILER HERE
The Shinnecock Indians have lived on Long Island’s famed East End for thousands of years. Like so many other tribes along the east coast, the Shinnecocks were ravaged by disease brought by European settlers. Today, the Shinnecock Indian Nation consists of less than 1,500 members, about half of whom live on the tribe’s 750-acre reservation on the island’s southeastern shore. The Nation finally earned federal recognition in 2010 after a brutal, decades-long legal battle that one tribal leader described as a “degrading, humiliating, intrusive experience.” Four years later, though, some of the optimism that accompanied that historic moment has dissipated. Economic development remains a serious challenge. It would not be a stretch to describe the Shinnecocks as desperate.
The Shinnecock Indian Nation’s tribal lands are entirely within the parameters of the Town of Southampton, which happens to be a favored vacation spot for economic elites, including some of the most powerful people in the world. Tycoons like George Soros and David Koch own mansions there, as do a bunch of faceless financiers, those people no one’s ever heard of who somehow become billionaires by doing work no one understands. They are joined by the likes of Howard Stern, Kelly Ripa, and other big shots from the entertainment industry. Truth be told, if you don’t have a place in the Hamptons, you’re really not balling like you should be. It’s a place for obscenely rich white people, and P. Diddy, to just get away from it all, and spend their summers lavishly.
Pokémon is an adult-free world, which is ultimately the fantasy of every adventurous kid. It’s one where children have agency and control and power, just like the Animorphs, or the Boxcar Children, or pretty much any great work of children’s fiction. That’s why it’s so powerful for kids, and for any adult who remembers being one.
As we approach the back end of what feels like the summer that never was, and we start thinking about the impending chilliness of fall, it’s easy to forget the sunshine-y good times that the season is supposed to embody. As a helpful reminder, we put together a collection of photos from one of our favourite photographers Maya Fuhr, that we feel capture the essence of the bright, sticky sweetness of the dog days. We hope you enjoy.
There were six or seven photographers present at the birth of punk, but there will only ever be one Godlis.
What if John F. Kennedy and Marilyn Monroe stole a time-traveling DeLorean and teleported to the future to get married?
Kitchener is a moderately sized town in southern Ontario. The few things it’s known for are brutal 80s band Helix, the world’s second largest Oktoberfest parade, and lonely old men.
These photos are of Civic Square, a neo-Nazi concert I went to, filth, and Olympic boxer Chris Johnson. Huh.