Hold on to your coconuts.

I’m absolutely mad on mad people. Some of my favourite artworks and novels appear to have been spewed from the hands and minds of mad folk, from Henry Darger to Alfred Jarry to Jean-Michel Basquiat, ...

There is something incredibly satisfying about amalgamating genres into ridiculous, Frankensteinian combinations, and there is no portmanteau more appropriate, nor more divisive, than blackgaze.

Alberto Savinio was something of a latter-day Renaissance man—an artist, a composer, and a writer who ran with Apollinaire, Picasso, and the rest of the Parisian avant-garde in the nineteen-tens.