25 March 2015

My disdain for the paparazzi began early. When I was 9 my parents hired a professional photographer for a family portrait somewhere in rural CT. I thought the whole thing was gay, and, befitting my stubborn, contemptuous nature, refused to smile for it. The photographer kept cajoling and teasing me to get me to smile, but I refused. I quickly came to hate that prick. He ended up taking a bunch of pictures in which I could only manage an awkward smirk. Needless to say, I ruined the day for everyone, they informed me. Certainly the incident contributed to the growing rift and estrangement between me and my relatives which persists to this day. Just because I didn’t want to look like a grinning little idiot. Mofos.

19 March 2015

Poets and Fighters

'Our world will not be saved by blind intellectuals or jaded scholars. It will be saved by poets and fighters, those who will have forged the ‘magic sword’ of which Ernst Jünger spoke, the spiritual sword that makes monsters and tyrants pale with fear.'

 — Dominique Venner (1935-2013)

12 March 2015

Reds Don't Surf !

10 March 2015

German Huntsman

09 March 2015

Hussar Style

Lightning Bolt: A Pure Source

Pendleton Plaid