On Friday the 13th Factory Fresh opened their doors to showcase the work of Armer, Darkcloud, Goreb and Deeker. No bad luck except for a slight drizzle outside. No one seemed to care.
Well, why not? Go to www.superbad.com/. No, it has nothing to do with that fucking movie. Just go. See how many question marks pop up in your head.
note: yes we know you've seen this site like, months ago. But let us behind in the times people have our fun.
A brilliant obscure gem from the BBC with a stinging commentary on all hipsterdom. It will make you laugh. It will make you cry. It may very well inspire you to set fire to all of williamsburg. Here is a taste:
Well con-fucking-gradulations. King bloombucks is going to win an incredibly tight race. I just hope by posting this before the votes are completly counted it'll have the Dewey/Truman effect. To all of you whom didn't vote, I hope you die of dysentery (which will inevetibly happen as rent will now be skyrocketing and you'll be living in the gutter.). To the fucking imbaciles whom voted for Scumberg, I wish worse. I hope you get explosive diarrahea caught between subway stops with either a track fire or a sick passenger in the tunnel ahead of you. Then I hope you die (of fucking embarrasment.). Also to asshats that allowed Kingburg to run thrice, I don't even need to belittle you, you've done it already. I hope Satan isn't real, because he's got your fucking number.
