Not to suggest that they're mutually exclusive, but if you have pay television and nothing better better to do this weekend, fuck it. Stay home and watch the broadcast debut of two of VBS.TV's most popular shows. Starting this Saturday, our skate programme Epicly Later'd and our surf culture show Hi Shred-Ability will be airing on Fuel TV.
The 1891 Treaty of Madrid was the first bilateral agreement to recognize France’s sole right to use the word Champagne. Since then, a slew of other rulings have followed, cementing that agreement in pretty much every market in the world. That’s why these days, when you think of Champagne, you think of France. What this is getting at is that in 1977, when Poland tried to claim the sole production rights of its national drink Wodka, it wasn’t such a crazy idea. Certainly not as crazy as Cadbury trying to trademark the color purple. Sadly for them, the superpower formally known as the USSR saw it differently, successfully contesting and defeating Poland in an international court. Naturally, poor Poland has been griping about it ever since. (That and everything else, seriously, what’s with Polish people and griping?)
All racial stereotypes aside, what if that ruling was wrong? What if the Poles was robbed?
Are Canadians and New Zealanders pretty much the same? Australians seem to think so. We asked a Canadian based Kiwi for her NZ$0.02.
After living in Toronto for three months, the novelty of real live black people and Dairy Queen has worn off, but there is still a shit load of difference between here and home that doesn’t cease to amuse me. Some people say New Zealanders and Canadians are similar. Some people are wrong. Canadians don’t have meat pies, they don’t say "heaps", there is no yeast extract spread for my toast, and there is so much water in their toilet bowls I’m scared I might drown if I slip. And that’s just the beginning.
5 Seeds Cider is giving Viceland readers the chance to win a double pass to Stereosonic in the city of your choice. This year's lineup features The Bloody Beetroots, Miss Kittin & The Hacker, Tim Sweeny (DFA), Cut Copy DJs, Grafton Primary and The Cobrasnake.
Norwegian artist Erik Tidemann was raised by his grandparents, who were taxidermists, in a tiny village outside of Trondheim. Still he never felt lonely, see he had a whole house full of action figurines and stuffed animals to play with. 20 years later, he’s still pretty much playing with the same stuff, only in the adult way of doing so: by making art. His The Eazy-E HIV Odyssey exhibition opens in Stockholm tonight at Gallery Steinsland Berliner so pass by if you get the chance.
The party for our Film Issue is tonight and if it's anything like the one for our last theme issue, which was all about photographs and people who shoot them, you will want to lissen up. We are holding a special contest for which the winner won't have to wait in line to get in. Whoever emails to this here address the best interview question for this guy (click for more) will get their name on the guest list and thus be able to breeze past everyone else who is scowling and complaining and trying to pull some scam in order to jump ahead. Just to be on the safe side, since there will only be one winner, you should still RSVP here though. UPDATE: Winner announced below.
Meet Nick Paladino, a Hendrix-obsessed American who drained an Amsterdam basement all by himself in order to create Electric Lady Land, a museum where everything but Nick is fluorescent--although we haven't seen him in the nude. Mieke Lindeman traveled to the museum for further inspection. Here's what she came home with.
Dear Vice readers, I am on paid paternity leave, helping my son milk my wife’s breasts. To ease you into the awesomeness that is my drawering for an Etnies ad in next month’s 15th anniversary issue of Vice, I present to you my world-famous, half-Mexican/half-German time-travelling detective, Senor Schnitzel, as seen on my Canadian friend’s website, King Shit.
You remember that last guy we interviewed, Greg, who had a lifetime of killer jobs rolled into one existence? We were hoping that finding one successful, super nice, multi-talented dude was just a fluke, and we could rely on the rest of the world to be like us, losers hardly working. Turns out, maybe the world is full of these success stories because we found another one. His name is Joe and besides owing a successful hardware store and creating a blossoming urban garden center, he runs around sidelines of WNBA games wearing a gigantic dog costume, pumping up crowds and turning on furries around the world!