So… we don’t profess to know anything about fashion here at HagensHouse. But this was pretty interesting. Particularly what the young lady did with her fashion in its contra-orthodox utilitarianism.
Archive for September 2013
Classic scene from Extras where Maggie gets into a misunderstanding with a black colleague and starts to worry she might be thought a racist. Quick as a flash, Andy whips out his racism test and confirms everyone’s worst fears…
The latest, logical step in the evolution of tow-in surfing: jet powered surfboards! Makes sense, and it saves big-wave surfers from investing in a tow-in partner and a jetski. The JetSurf does look a little lame, though. Holding onto a leash and all. There’s no accounting for what invention ends […]
This stunt emanates from the game between RW Essen and Fortuna Dusseldorf II in the second tier of the German Fussball Bundesliga. This then led us to the collected free-kick majesty of Juninho – acknowledged by many as the greatest free-kick specialist of all time. This particular Juninho played for Olympique Lyonnais […]
Sweet-ass concept video to an extremely chilled song from the traditionally industrially inclined Somerfaan. This one is off his Laaste Somer Album…
My latest book, Marrying Black Girls For Guys Who Aren’t Black, on MFBooks, is in bookshops right now. Veterans of HagensHouse will recognise the title as coming from the blog post of the same name, which is in fact the most popular one on this site. Hence the book, mos. […]
Still the best in the game. Still insane. Still main. Here with the main guy in the production game, Rick Rubin in an Eighties throwback vid to build buzz for the Marshall Mathers LP 2. Dr Dre and Rubin are executive producing. It’s due out November 5.
I should have put two and two together when both chefs came running out of the kitchen weeping like teargas victims. But no, I was chatting to a vivacious portrait painter about how she might “capture my likeness”, so I didn’t notice. Ten minutes later, I would consume the spiciest […]
Richard Cheese, Richard Cheese, Richard Cheese. Insane in the brain in the membrane. White kids rocking chains. Some girl from the radio station. Rape me again. Soy un perdedor, I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? We’re in the nosebleed seats where we can just about get […]