Toneshift

There’s a nice mood in a logo-less home… an uncluttered aesthetic, a crisp sense of unmediated reality. Suddenly your appliances are just appliances, your shoes are just shoes, your clothes just clothes. What, after all, is the difference between a shirt that says DC...
The Opposition is Revamping

The Opposition is Revamping

It doesn’t help that, with the defeat of the socialist experiments of the 20th century, two generations of organizers and activists have now come of age politically with few visible and viable alternatives to imperialism and neoliberalism. The fight against the enemy,...

Raiding Wealth

We seek to explore vandalism as an intentional mode of aesthetic expression. Adorno’s demand for a thoroughly self-conscious art might lead us to suspect that vandalism lacks the depth to adequately capture the realm of the subject, but what could be a more...

Vandalism?

We seek to explore vandalism as an intentional mode of aesthetic expression. Adorno’s demand for a thoroughly self-conscious art might lead us to suspect that vandalism lacks the depth to adequately capture the realm of the subject, but what could be a more...

Public Action

At first it seemed like a form of political communication one step below standing on a soapbox in Hyde Park. Without even saying very much, you were making a spectacle of yourself, being a public nuisance, in front of people who didn’t count for much themselves...
Little Traditions

Little Traditions

I am particularly interested in the bearers of what Robert Redfield called “little traditions,” the ethnoi and other collectives who insist on existing, and who in no way feel represented by any of the nation states which subjected them to political-cultural hegemony...
My First Revolution

My First Revolution

In April 2005 I was living in Cuenca, Ecuador, teaching English. I had just graduated college in the United States and was still very new to the place—but there was already a simmering fire about to explode. The President, who was hailed as a courageous defender of...
So Fake

So Fake

I was at a nightclub (an old repurposed pharmaceutical factory) with a friend in Zagreb, when I met two girls sitting on a dilapidated couch outside the dancehall on the bottom floor of the complex (or the top – as the night progressed the two became almost...
Our Millennial Gloom

Our Millennial Gloom

We stayed up all night, my friends and I, under hanging mosque lamps with domes of filigreed brass, domes starred like our spirits, shining like them with the prisoned radiance of electric hearts. For hours we had trampled our atavistic ennui into rich oriental rugs,...
Revolt Against Modernity

Revolt Against Modernity

Everybody bitches about modernity, anarchy-primitivists, religious sects, terrorists, counter-revolutionaries of all stripes – they all want to recreate the greatness and wholeness that once existed – before modernity, situated somewhere in a near or...