Fuck Everything XI

Fuck Death as well!

THAILAND // FEBRUARY 2015

The Walls Are Screaming XII

An old friend told me the other day that abortion was legal in the US so that Hillary Clinton could enrich herself. Whether Clinton makes a cent off abortion legislation she introduced or not is irrelevant. If the Republicans manage to overturn Roe vs Wade, thousands of women will suffer serious health issues and some will die.
My friend sees conspiracies on the left to justify his immeasurable anger at his feeling powerless in the face of an increasingly chaotic, brutal but also more colorful and varied world. His anger, fueled by right wing websites attacking minorities, is so overwhelming that he loses empathy for his fellow women and men to be able to feel himself. Welcome to the Trump Age.

USA // JUNE 2005

You Know You Want One VI

“As soon as you start talking about mystique, you have none.” ― Neil Young

INDIA // JUNE 2016

Ghost Rider

‘If you’re in control, you’re not going fast enough”. – Parnelli Jones

USA // JUNE 2005

Love In The Age Of Intolerance V

When Burmese teenagers go out on a date, they often visit local temples. There they sit dreamily holding hands, the matching jackets or shirts adding some cute poignancy to the scene, quite in contrast to the harsh daily realities they are likely to face.

BURMA // NOVEMBER 2015

Humans Outside New York XXVI

As in many parts of Burma, the new Asian kid on the tourism bloc, children like these novice monks are employed – this lot each got a can of Sprite for their efforts – in construction, in this case to build a bridge to a cave monastery in Kayin State.
As well as child labor, various forms of slave labor and prison labor remain highly visible in Myanmar, the wealth gap is gigantic, a number of armed conflicts grind on and the Rohingya minority are the most persecuted people on the planet, according to the UN. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the recent arrival of democracy has only exasperated this. But most Burmese now have at least one mobile phone and all of them enjoy democracy.

BURMA // NOVEMBER 2015

Animal Farm VI

I want to break free.

MALAYSIA // DECEMBER 2015

The Walls Are Screaming XI

…and real ones make you fly.

THAILAND // DECEMBER 2016

The Walls Are Screaming X

As there’s so much fake news and post-truth news and newspeak out there, doubting official narratives, be they government or mainstream media, appears to be just as important as keeping one’s distance to the far out right wing conspiracy cosmos that’s growing on the Internet and slowly seeps into our daily lives. Two realities increasingly divorced from what’s actually going on are competing for our attention. Do your own thing!

TURKEY // JUNE 2013

Humans Outside New York XXV


Mary Henry: “It’s funny.. the world is so different in the daylight. In the dark, your fantasies get so out of hand. But in the daylight everything falls back into place again”

From the movie Carnival of Souls

FRANCE // SEPTEMBER 2011

Animal Farm V

A Steve McCurry moment.

INDIA // JUNE 2016

Entartete Kunst III

FRANCE // OCTOBER 2014

Humans Outside New York XXIV

“I love bunnies because they are cute and they fuck all the time.”

During Gezi Park demonstrations, Istanbul tattoo artist Bunny King inked protesters free of charge to create visual reminders of those heady days.

TURKEY // DECEMBER 2013

Animal Farm IV

Who killed Bambi?

THAILAND // DECEMBER 2016

Humans Outside New York XXIII

Bare-knuckle boxing at the Three Pagodas Pass, your typical lawless border town moment.

BURMA // DECEMBER 2005

Blame The Parents V

ravi

Ravi runs a tattoo shop in Palika Bazaar, a gigantic, gloomy underground market in central New Delhi, home to hundreds of tattooists of dubious skills and more dubious hygiene standards. Ravi is a devotee of Shiva, Hindu god of creation and destruction. If you want your godly tattoos rough and ready like Ravi, Palika Bazaar is the place for you. Tattoos then, are perhaps the last personal expression left to otherwise powerless people. The government can’t take them from you. Your mother can’t rub them off.

INDIA // JULY 2016

Humans Outside New York XXII

When I’m drivin’ in my car
And that man comes on the radio
He’s tellin’ me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can’t get no, oh no, no, no
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say’

Satisfaction’ – The Rolling Stones

MALAYSIA // DECEMBER 2016

Fuck Everything X

Happy New Year from The Devil’s Road.

And thanks to Rāj Hegde for the guest post.

BURMA // OCTOBER 2015

You Know You Want One V

I’m gonna be so big, I’m gonna be a big star and I will never return
Never return, no, never return, to burn at this piss factory
And I will travel light, oh, watch me now

‘Piss Factory’ – Patti Smith

BELGIUM // OCTOBER 2011

The Walls Are Screaming IX

If there’s one thing that I can’t explain
Is why the world has to have so much pain
With all the ways of communicating
We can’t get in touch with who we’re hating (Who we’re hating)
And now we can’t get in touch with who we’re hating

So turn on (turn on), turn on (turn on), turn on (turn on) the news
So turn on (turn on), turn on (turn on), turn on (turn on) the news

I hear it every day on the radio
Somebody shoots a guy he don’t even know
Airplanes falling out of the sky
A baby is born and another one dies
Highways fill with refugees now
Doctors finding out about disease
With all this uptight pushing & shoving
That keeps us away from who we’re loving (Who we’re loving)
That keeps us away from who we should be loving

“Turn On The News” – Hüsker Dü

TURKEY // JUNE 2013

Fuck Everything IX

Fuck you too. And have a nice day.

GERMANY // SEPTEMBER 2016

Fuck Everything VIII

finger

‘Metropolis, worlds collide, Ain’t nobody on the other side.’

‘Metropolis’ – Motörhead

Hindu calendar in a tattoo shop in New Delhi.

INDIA // JULY 2016

Entartete Kunst II

Modern art says Thank You, Bangkok.

THAILAND // FEBRUARY 2015

Humans Outside New York XXI

This morning, while I was having breakfast, I watched a wasted, middle aged sex worker cough up her last customer’s effluent into the unforgiving street. I’m in Pattaya, possibly the ugliest, nastiest, most unfriendly, most cut throat and depressingly exploitative place I have ever been to…and I have been to a few horrible places in this life.
The resident and visiting Farang and Thais are uniformly nasty and the whole city stinks of rip-offs, abuse and tragedy.
Forget all the bla-bla about the place being a family destination. It’s a gigantic, tired whorehouse, a sex factory for old men without love, for emotional cripples and viagra-popping criminals from around the world, who should all be dead but are somehow clinging on to what can’t really be called life.
That’s a celebration of sorts of course, and places like Pattaya must exist somewhere other than just in our psyche, if for no other reason than to tell us clearly that there’s no hope for us. Pattaya is an American creation, a side-effect of our once desperate fight against the evils of communism, but it’s wholeheartedly Thai, because the Thais in charge of the place simply don’t care about anything other than making money, no matter now debased the method.
And while there’s nothing to look at, there’s plenty to see.
From morning to morning, a haze of mediocracy hangs above the city, an insipid film of average – best reflected in the prevalence of Hitler T-Shirts and other Nazi memorabilia in the city’s markets, the minute, dirty beach populated by hustlers, the overpriced restaurants selling Thai food that tastes like garbage, the piss awful cover bands on Walking Street that churn out uninspired, hollow rock standards to hundreds of drunken degenerates, the mean, beady eyes of white men that poke out of decrepit sports bars and follow passers-by like persistent venereal diseases, the incredible cacophony of terrible tattoos displayed on wilting flesh, and the thousands of burnt out and beaten women along the riverfront who are waiting to open their legs, mouths and asses for less than 50 bucks.

Welcome to Thailand, amigos. It’s a lot to swallow.

THAILAND // FEBRUARY 2015

I Fall On My Knees Every Sunday III

God is dead and Jesus is blind. But at least we have Trump guiding us through the coming years, heightening chances of one apocalypse or another.

INDIA // JUNE 2016

I Fall On My Knees Every Sunday II

A very happy holiday from The Borneo Angels on The Devil’s Road.

2016 may well be remembered as the last year in which reality made any kind of sense.
Unless of course, you blindly follow The Devil’s Road.

MALAYSIA // DECEMBER 2015

Blame The Parents IV

Carl Denham: “Monsters belong in B movies.”

From the movie King Kong

MALAYSIA // DECEMBER 2015

Humans Outside New York XX

A very determined Hijra in Madurai, the most common term for trans women in India and Pakistan.

“All men are liars, said Roberta Muldoon, who knew this was true because she had once been a man.”

‘The World According to Garp’  – John Irving

INDIA // JULY 2016

Fuck Everything VII

John Hammond: “I bring scientists. You bring the rock star.”

‘Jurassic Park’ – Michael Crichton

GERMANY // JUNE 2014

The Walls Are Screaming VIII

Raise your glass to the hard working people
Let’s drink to the uncounted heads
Let’s think of the wavering millions
Who need leading but get gamblers instead
Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
Empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio

INDIA // JULY 2016

Obey

THAILAND // FEBRUARY 2015

The Walls Are Screaming VII

Keith Richards turns 73 today. From RocknRoll bad boy, drug fiend, human riff and most wasted being on the planet to corporate pirate banker and smug dad of Johnny Depp in one life time. Happy Birthday from The Devil’s Road, Keith. We know you’ve been this way.

GERMANY // SEPTEMBER 2016

Humans Outside New York XIX

heel

A local sex worker gets her work gear fixed by a cobbler in Kathmandu.

NEPAL // NOVEMBER 2011

Love In The Age Of Intolerance IV

Penang lovers.

MALAYSIA // APRIL 2003

 

Blame The Parents III

“No, it wasn’t an accident, I didn’t say that. It was carefully planned, down to the tiniest mechanical and emotional detail. But it was a mistake.”  

‘On The Beach’ – Nevil Shute

MALAYSIA // DECEMBER 2015

The Walls Are Screaming VI

“Every positive value has its price in negative terms… the genius of Einstein leads to Hiroshima.”
– Pablo Picasso

INDIA // MAY 2016

Humans Outside New York XVIII


You say Rolls I say Royce
You say God give me a choice
You say Lord I say Christ
I don’t believe in Peter Pan
Frankenstein or Superman
All I wanna do is

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle

‘Bicycle Race’ – Queen

INDIA // AUGUST 2016

Blame The Parents II

Airbnb, Marseille.

FRANCE // NOVEMBER 2015

Fuck Everything VI

They’re only in it for the money.

GERMANY // JUNE 2014

I Fall On My Knees Every Sunday

So Mother Teresa has become a saint. She sure was no saint in life. She spent years tricking the most vulnerable, desperate people into Christianity, made millions of dollars of donations disappear, vocally hated democracy, and hung out with or pledged sympathy to a long list of dictators and crooks around the world including Bebe Dòk (Jean-Claude Duvalier) in Haiti, Enver Hoxha in Albania, Robert Maxwell, the neo-fascist Italian Social Movement and the Argentine Military Junta. In southern India she languishes in hundreds of vitrines on street corners, looking like an atrophied sex worker. She probably ate the sick looking baby she is holding in her arms here seconds after I turned my head.

INDIA // JULY 2016

Love in the Age of Intolerance III

Train, train, comin’ down, down the line
Train, train, comin’ down, down the line
Well, it’s bringin’ my baby ’cause she’s mine, all mine
She’s mine, all mine

‘Mystery Train’ – Elvis Presley

INDIA // JULY 2016

Punk Never Die II

punk1

As counter-cultural subcultures are becoming a thing of the past in Europe and the US, they continue to thrive in the developing world. Perhaps young people in the West feel that they have nothing left to fight against, perhaps they are inundated with so much information that communal self expression is now simply a fad that flickers across one’s screen.
Sure, in Asia and South America, sub culture can be just as much an expression of disposable income by the middle classes as in the West, but counter-cultural fashions from the West are being morphed into local voices of protest in countries like Nepal, Indonesia, Burma and Malaysia.

Punk rock lives on in Kathmandu.

NEPAL // NOVEMBER 2011

Humans Outside New York XVII

gemocide

A soldier in Rakhine State, where the Tatmadaw, Burma’s feared military, in silent collusion with Buddhist freedom icon and Nobel Peace Prize winner Aung San Suu Kyi, kills and rapes Rohingya, a Muslim minority.

BURMA // AUGUST 2013

Blame The Parents

No Straight Lines….

FRANCE // MAY 2014

Humans Outside New York XVI

Jayalalithaa Jayaraman, former actress, illustrious state minister of Tamil Nadu and leader of the AIDMK party passed away today. For her 68th birthday, her sixt-eight most devoted followers had her face tattooed on their arms. The tradition harks back to the turbulent politics in the state in the 1970s. These three gentlemen in the photograph also have tattoos of MGR, Jayalalithaa’s predecessor, applied during a mass ceremony in 1977. India never disappoints.

INDIA // July 2016

You Know You Want One IV

German children learn the art of arbitrary arrest from a young age.

GERMANY// OCTOBER 2014

Love in the Age of Intolerance II

“Marseilles isn’t a city for tourists. There’s nothing to see. Its beauty can’t be photographed. It can only be shared. It’s a place where you have to take sides, be passionately for or against. Only then can you see what there is to see. And you realize, too late, that you’re in the middle of a tragedy. An ancient tragedy in which the hero is death. In Marseilles, even to lose you have to know how to fight.”

Jean-Claude Izzo

FRANCE // JULY 2015

Humans Outside New York XV

You gotta thrill my soul, all right
Roll, roll, roll, roll and thrill my soul

“Roadhouse Blues” – The Doors

INDIA // AUGUST 2016

 

The Walls Are Screaming V

‘If you have nothing else to be proud of, there is always patriotism.’

GERMANY // JUNE 2014

Animal Farm III

Two million foreign visitors visit the thousand year old Angkor temples in Cambodia a year. The nearest town, Siem Reap, once a quaint colonial French backwater, is now a tourist ghetto with more than 700 hotels, a town dedicated to the US dollar where Cambodia’s brutal poverty, corruption and impunity are barely visible to the casual observer – and let’s face it, from the tourists to the US and Chinese governments, to the EU and the UN, observers outdo each other in casualness when it comes to everyone’s quiet support of one of Asia’s best-running kleptocracies.

The tourists come to blankly stare at history, ignore the unpalatable present and engage in communal bad taste, purchasing Orientalist crap in countless souvenir shops. Crocodile leather is all the rage. A wallet doesn’t come cheap at around US$200, but for those who have got it all already….

CAMBODIA // AUGUST 2016

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