The Neko Century

Marguerite Kalhor is currently living a Californian track home suburb making life very interesting for the cat. This UC Berkeley is trying “to unlock the secrets of the highly-envied cat humanoid anatomy” as she puts it with this series of transitioned photographs. Currently she is focusing on cats, Greek mythology, video games and Civil War memorabilia which inspires her to “interweave fabricated legends with mass-produced/low-brow materials” to consequently “hyphenating the words felis”. Kalhor felines trapped in the depths of the painted photograph, giving them an invisible aristocracy”.

According to legend cats that are housed for too long, cats that have lived unnaturally long live, or have had their tail grow so long which splits in two, and eventually the feline would become a nekomata or "forked cat".

Bakeneko terrorize homes, shooting ghost fireballs, clawing at the appendages of passed out folks, people walking on two legs, wearing human skin to trick others, and sometimes eating their owners so they might take their place.When they are finally snuffed they can be about five to six feet long. If left alone with a corpse a bakeneko will reanimate them by leaping over the body.

In one legend A man named Takasu Genbei, realized that his mom's personality had shifted, leaving her in a moody state, but he blamed it all on the death of her eight year-old cat a month before. She had been avoiding friends and would often gather her food up and eat behind doors of the bedroom she had once shared with Takasu's father. Finally the son followed his mother and looked through a crack in the door and found a cat-like monster walking on its hind-legs and gnawing on a bird’s corpse.

Though the felines in Marguerite series have seem to lack the nefarious Bakeneko tendencies she intends to add more to the series, so there over all agenda remains to be seen.

Jai paul saved my brain in Thailand

Music penetrates in the developing world  not at all  and you can find a Khmer jet fighter, before you walk into club that isn’t playing the sped up Thai remix of “Run this town” while you get leg raped by a bar girl or dry humped by a drunk back packer. All they play is grindy house, since innovation startles tourist looking to escape the western experience and expats that left because they couldn’t hang good music is hard to come by in South East Asia.

I was happy as hell when I found Jai Paul, since I left England for Thailand and no longer have the geographical Justification to be into dub-step. My friend Ellie put me on and I‘ve been listening to them ever since. It’s the type of music that your friends will lie about.

Jai Paul is like that little moment during sex when you are both breathing the same air. A bit of methadone to my broken system and getting a fresh injection of anything thing that sound real and relevant in a sea of grunge covers and clubbed to death remixes is a special, soul warming experience.