Here Come The Waves

All the above items were once hidden on board real space launches. Cigarettes and Cutty Sark scotch were hidden behind the instrument panel of the Sigma 7 spacecraft, and that's how lunatic these adventurers were. What sane-thinking individual would say, "This electronic system is vital to my survival, so I'll shove a bottle of liquid in there!" Our favorite bit is how the cigarettes are now up for auction (as smoking in a sealed space capsule is even more suicidal than smoking normally is) -- but the scotch is nowhere to be seen (via How Astronauts Prank Each Other | ZUG

“In 1898, Parisian art gallery owner Maurice Joyant photographed his childhood friend Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec defecating on the beach at Le Crotoy, Picardie. A year later Toulouse-Lautrec was committed to an asylum, and in 1901 he died from complications caused by alcoholism and syphilis.” (via Toulouse-Lautrec sh*ts on a beach « How to be a Retronaut

Dylan Menges snapped this haunting silhouette of left behind when he moved the still-warm corpse of a roadkilled coyote: "She hadn't been there long (still warm), and moving her carcass off the road revealed the salty silhouette from passing cars on a winter highway." (via Boing Boing

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Detroit Lives

The Motor City has been declared dead more times than Rasputin. But over the last few years, while The News Media (and Dutch tourists) were hemming and hawing over a few neglected streets that had started to look more like meadows, a bunch of creative badasses were quietly buying abandoned 9-story buildings, filling them with everyone they knew, and making Detroit actually pretty fucking incredible. Our old buddy Johnny Knoxville paid a visit to the D to explore for himself.

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Trust me.  Worth every second. 

"Are we ready to testify? It only takes 5 seconds, people, 5 seconds to decide: Are you going to be part of the problem or part of the solution?" - Brother A.C.Crawford introducing The MC5 1968 Detroit