Bike Kill happened back in October. I shot the bikes for Wired and I shot the chaos for myself. It’s pure pedal-powered madness. Riders brave a gauntlet of foam skulls and cocks on bikes barely rideable. Then there’s the six-pack attack followed by a food fight. Mix in some broken bones and jousting and you’ve got yourself a mighty fine block party.
As part of the job in Europe and Russia, we toured a few factories that make or bottle alcohol. Here’s a little glimpse at the tedious, sterile environments that make the firewater that makes you crazy.
Then and now.
I met some young punk kids in the park and they really wanted to take me to a place called Castle Hill. I imagined it would be something akin to the Moontower from Dazed and Confused for Russian punks and metal heads.
We journeyed all over town and stopped at a pellet gun range.
Castle Hill turned out to be nothing more than a head shop with spiked bracelets and Zeppelin posters. Cool, but not what I was hoping for. Maybe it’s telling of Russia’s current capitalist embrace that this store is the holy grail for young punks.
Still, many thanks to my gracious tour guides.