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Freak Power Reigns in a Summer Idyll by Hayley McCulloch. | The Opening of the Gonzo Gallery.

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first met Daniel Joseph Watkins as he shook some gritty residue from his straw hat and stepped onto the pavement where I’d just been arrested by an image in a window—an oversized black and white photograph of a handsome young Hunter S. Thompson with a Sheriff’s Badge pinned near his heart. Next to that hung a large Freak Power poster. …

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The Work Versus Waning. | Hayley McCulloch.

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[su_dropcap style=”flat” size=”4″]I[/su_dropcap] worked at the head art department for “Ripley’s Believe it Or Not Museum/Louis Tussaud’s Waxworks” in my early twenties, documenting strange artifacts and helping to create wax figures. Two packages arrived one day. The first contained a nose-less wax bust that was vaguely reminiscent of John Lennon, the other contained a wax nose and a shipping note that read, “John …

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“THE HOLE PUNCHER” | HAYLEY MCCULLOCH.

In Crumbs, Pie Hole, The Actual Factual, The Menuby Hayley McCullochLeave a Comment

he hole puncher was a heavy steel manually operated thing, lacquered in flashy red enamel. I sometimes preferred it to toys. Maybe it was reminiscent of a mini Ferrari, a glossy candy apple, the made up lips of a Hollywood starlet. Cast ergonomically, it provided a satisfying fit in the palm when cradled in the hand. It was made to remove two small …

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JAPONISM at The Nippon Gallery.

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It’s strange when someone hones in on a particular influence in your body of work that you’ve consciously or unconsciously imbibed. Whether you’ve felt profoundly moved by some specific cultural element at some point in your life, or, sandspur-like, it’s attached to your rump in the wilderness and you only noticed it when you thought that you’d picked it off – something that …