Presenting, at long last, three Action Shots of our Issue 36, chiseled from the finest of operative stone, worn around NYC on the back of Operative Dylan, the very epitome of portraiture. Dig.
IN THE WORDS OF THE MAN HIMSELF:
So far I’ve actually often forgotten I’m wearing it until my girlfriend (who is the one snapping the photos) leans over and informs me that someone has been reading the story. Most of the readers that she’s caught sight of have been on subway platforms and trains, though I hope I also had some while I took it with me to a Defiance, Ohio show last night, as I expect many in attendance would’ve gotten a kick out of the story and the project. The story also accompanied me past a Catholic mass at the beautiful church I live next to as I walked to the subway to go to brunch.
(captured via email).
Operative Dylan also took the story STRAIGHT UP DOMESTICITY LANE, cooking, buying homeware etc. Rumors of spectacle: “other adventures in the works include going to a pass-the-hat show of Americana/ bluegrass music on Wednesday in a spectacular vaudeville-esque theater space.”
Imagine: you stroll these streets. You stop. You step back. You think to yourself the same thing you think every day:
Let’s not do that again.
BOOM. EXPLOSIONS. See you soon.