June Haikus
Written by Steve Dool
Thursday, May 16th, 2013 at 12:28pm
Celebrating magazine cover stars in 17 syllables.
Celebrating magazine cover stars in 17 syllables.
Are you one of those guys that posts shit on Tumblr about Obama’s unprecedented reliance on Drone strikes? And reblogs really long op-eds about genetically modified organisms? Yeah, your blog fucking sucks. WE ONLY CLICK “LIKE” TO LOOK ERUDITE. WE
‘Tis the season to be lamestream.
Remember when you used to peruse the Life Archives and just get mad inspired? You’d be like, “Damn, farmers in eastern Russia had so much natural steez. How do I get on that level?” And then National Geographic started a
Yo, I’m not ever tryna be a philistine. And no shots fired across Inventory‘s bow because they sell Sassafras and Sassafras is fucking amazing. But this magazine is $300 dollars plus shipping. PLUS MOTHERFUCKING SHIPPING. Granted, it does have a
Wilder Quarterly is a magazine that looks to be designed specifically for one type of person. And you know this person. In fact, you may be this person. Do you have a Tumblr/blog/Instagram dedicated to the outdoors? Do you forage,
You know in his article how Angelo was making fun of pretentious interiors by demonstrating how he actually is super knowledgeable about the subject, but by making fun of it seems less pretentious and more like a really cool guy
Hamburger Eyes is a magazine and imprint putting out good old fashioned zines. Remember zines? Maybe not. If, instead, you cling to things like shitty punk, New York in the ‘80s and pretending that you actually liked My So Called
Human Being Journal isn’t the magazine paid for by donations to the Human Fund. No, it’s Need Supply Co.’s in-house magazine. While everyone is rolling their eyes at new magazines, I for one, think it’s great. I mean, no magazine
Kindling Quarterly is just fucking weird, man. A quarterly dedicated to fatherhood? And cool fatherhood at that? SHIT, I BET MOST OF OUR DADS JUST WANT TO RELAX AND BE LEFT ALONE FOR LIKE, 45 MINUTES. THEY DON’T WANT TO