The crowds in Soho camera-ing President Obama's tank limo.
An ingenious usage of the NYPD barricades.
Don't turn your nose up at Swiss artist Comenius Roethlisberger's display of coked up luxury brands.
I hope my roommates are okay with the fact that 
The 8th wonder of the (reality TV) world: Pauly D's hair.
When he was younger The Situation's situation referred to his man boobs as seen in this family portrait.
Peter Garfield's photo series of color themed trash.
Sports Illustrated's recent interview with Mike Tyson.
SI: I imagine you have a few stories from your days as a junkie.Mike Tyson: Listen: I was in St. Tropez, in the South of France. In Ibiza, Spain. I was in Monte Carlo. I was in the Ukraine, Russia, all those places, for three months. From Russia I went to Lisbon, Portgual, from Portugal I went to Amsterdam. In Amsterdam I met this drug dealer, right? And he sees that I like getting high, and he wants to be my buddy, right? This guy goes and gets me a big rock of cocaine. So pretty soon I got a party going on. I got everything: I got these rugby players. I got these naked girls, I got all these ... everything's going on in the room. Plus I also had this girl with me that I picked up in Romania. But then [the dealer he met in Amsterdam] saw how much of a mess I was. He came in and kicked everybody out of my room! All the nude people, all the people having sex. He said, "I feel so bad I ever gave him that stuff."
SI: How many times did you end up going to rehab?
Tyson: I was addicted to rehab. I was like the poster boy, because I would go to like five meetings a day. You were only required to go to one. I would go to five, because I'm an addictive freak. I love hanging out, the camaraderie. It's just awesome! But you know what people want, too? [Tyson leans in closer, his voice suddenly quieter.] This is what I realized, bro: It gives people family. A way of starting over. [In rehab] we start a new life with new family members. And all they gotta do to stay in this family is not get high, and you gotta try really hard. And then if you do get high? "We got your back." That's what I like.
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The Economist explores whether Facebook-whose 500 million users places it third among the most populous countries in the world (after China and India)-can be considered a nation-state or is it more like "a giant transnational movement—comparable to the Red Cross or the Catholic church—which has an overarching aim and can speak to governments on something like equal terms."
Joey Roth's "Charlatan, Martyr, Hustler." I would hang this in my imaginary corner office. 1,000 hand signed and numbered prints available for $25.
Loving the "Mechanic’s Sweatshirt" from Mister Freedom. Perfect for Fall. $300.
Shepard Fairey's "Moon Over Biloxi." He explains:
The title of this print “Moon Over Biloxi” is a tribute to the Dead Kennedy’s song “Moon Over Marin”. In 1984 I picked up maybe my 4th punk record which was the 2nd Dead Kennedy’s album “Plastic Surgery Disasters”. The album is a great listen all the way through and includes some blistering tunes like “Riot” and “Bleed For Me” laced with social commentary. The surprise song though is “Moon Over Marin”… detractors have called it the Dead Kennedy’s “U2″ song, but I disagree. “Moon Over Marin” is more melodic than most DK, but juxtaposed with the darkness of the lyrics, the song evokes a powerful sense of existential melancholy. I think the concept that struck me, and stuck with me, is that our disrespect of each other and the planet may doom us , but things will continue without us. I think it is healthy to recognize impermanence, but also to appreciate the value of the ephemeral. Moonlight, real or electric, will probably be around, but what it will be casting light on is the real question. There will always be a moon over Biloxi.
Buy it here.
Post no bills. Clever.
Wary Meyers scored a couple pairs of pint size old school Nikes circa 1982-1983. Her son Fletcher will have the smoothest kicks on the playground.
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Cue: Noooooooooooooo.
In case you're wondering, the picture is of Chinese policemen destroying illegal gambling machines. Still. Noooooooooooooo.
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Peter James Lee's collection of his boarding pass stubs that he has held onto over the past ten years totaling over a million miles of travel.
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Michael Jordan exiting the stadium in his Ferrari Testarossa. Note the vanity plate.
Official letterhead of the DeLorean Motor Company.