'The Razor'

This week we've begun a new art project. It's a photojournalistic review of a young man's life from the age of 18 up to the present day. It seeks to trace the embers of youth as they fall through the hourglass of time, only to reappear as the murky vision of historical trauma and perpetual suffering like the liminal spectre of Old King Hamlet...

Ok so none of this is actually true at all, however this is supposed to be a vaguely culture-orientated blog so we thought we best ham it up a bit as a way to try and justify this post. What we've really done is waste a lot of time in the (Holy) name of procrastination.

A while ago we noticed a strange phenomenon concerning one of our dear friends. One Mr. Benjamin David Shave (I think his middle name is David). It turns out that when Ben's photos are examined, it becomes very clear that in the majority of them his is either a) Swearing, or b) Asleep. We've collated some of the best that we could find. The Marilyn Mansion is proud to introduce, without any further ado, Ben 'The Razor' Shave (swearing or asleep).

Starting as you mean to continue...

Slowly....

Here comes the nap.

It's all downhill from here.

This is just really weird. The blood tats make the swearing more aggressive. Especially as it's situated around the throat. Is it a candle or a dick?

'The Pick' swear. Inventive. 

Nice house nap.

Falling asleep on the DJ booth of a club in Leamington is great. Especially when it's your own night.

Asleep on Nicky.

This chair was Ben's chair. It was a fine chair.

Swearing at your own flyer is fun.

Yeah, asleep on the booth again. Clearly this was our 'vodka orange' stage.

Sometimes all you need is a cold hard floor. 

Notice the delicate parting of the lips.

Yeah have some of that, darling.

I will hurt you...

The dance and swear; oldie but a goodie!

The use of the wine glass is just amazing. Perfect. This is my favourite photo. Ever.

The 'charm swear'. Boyish charm works a treat.

Look how nice that pillow is! What a sweet shade of green.

"These are for you McNulty"

This = The Razor. Notice the eyes lolling into the back of the head.

Boom. Pit stop.

Still boom. Festival nap.

Yeah.

Festival fuck you.

Cardigan fuck you.

No man ever slept so sound.

Apart from sleeping and swearing, Ben also writes probably one of the best sports blogs we've come across on the whole sodding internet. Make sure you spend the time checking it out: HERE HERE HERE ALERT ALERT ALERT LINK ALERT!