A barely tamed, yet elegant moustache; the perfect compliment to stretched ear lobes.

Team Walrus member Banjofreak [Moustache May]

With Parliament defending their recent vote allowing for the creation of human-animal hybrid embryos for scientific study, the future takes one step closer to the noisome, unsettling din we all eagerly anticipate. It won’t be long before that kind of strange bio-tech has wriggled its way into (semi) polite society the same way all far-out tech has trickled down into common usage.

First thing in the morning you’ll slap your wall-screen to life so that the beast-women of the world can preach the gospel of a new, better, psuedo-you. All followed by an advertising parade for genetic remapping agents so gratuitous and glossy in its hustle it would make the advertising execs of today weep. If you’re lucky maybe some seizure-inducing cartoons right after.

God damn I can’t wait for the future.

Mariko Takahashi’s Fitness Video [NotCot]

The trend among body-mod enthusiasts to implant chunks of shaped silicon under the skin is one that never sat well with me. From a purely aesthetic standpoint the implants rarely seem to take on a well defined shape. From a personal standpoint the idea of having a piece of plastic shoved under a flap of skin, all without the benefit of anesthetic, has simply never appealed to me. I make no judgements on the people that do choose to get these implants, but never considered it for myself. Until now.

These sucker implants seem to be exactly what this kind of procedure was made for. They have a slightly amorphous quality, thus not suffering from the swollen look this type of mod tends to take on (post-healing of course) and I’m certain there are more than a few of you that would withstand a bit of pain in return for an arm full of suckers. This is simply a fantastic execution of an idea, as though each sub-dermal implant was another step in the march toward the concept’s perfection.

Tentacle Implants [Modblog]

Fashion meets art meets taxidermy, which is often the way it’s done when it’s done right. Kristofer Paetau brings us Chanel knock-off ladies accessories, realized in rodent, as modeled by a gang of transsexuals. Be warned, many of the images at the artist’s site, while evocative, are highly non-corporate environment friendly.

TransRatFashion [Artist’s Site: Warren Ellis]

Behold, the corpse of one James Legg, hanged in 1801 and crucified in order to settle an artistic debate. Legg, a captain at Chelsea Hospital, was executed for the murder of a co-worker. It seems that, after a particularly heated argument, Legg burst into the man’s room with two pistols, demanding a duel. When the gentleman refused Legg shot him in the chest.

This was excellent news for surgeon Joseph Constantine Carpue, as he had been approached by three artists, sculptor Thomas Banks and painters Sir Benjamin West and Richard Cosway, in order to help them settle a contentious issue. It was the opinion of these three that most depictions of the Crucifixion were anatomically incorrect. So it was with great anticipation, I suppose, that on October 2nd the four gentleman attended Mr. Legg’s execution.

“Carpue described the occasion; ‘a building was erected near the place of the execution; a cross provided. The subject was nailed on the cross; the cross suspended…the body, being warm, fell into the position that a dead body must fall into…When cool, a cast was made, under the direction of Mr Banks, and when the mob was dispersed it was removed to my theatre’. Carpue then proceeded to flay the cadaver and Banks made this cast.”

Though damaged by a Zeppelin bomb during World War I, the plaster figure of the flayed and crucified James Legg still hangs in the Royal Academy Schools.

Object of the Month [Royal Academy of Arts Collection] : mutantsloth : Morbid Anatomy

Every once in a great while something catches me off guard. I am not ashamed to admit it. It hasn’t happened in quite some time but while meandering around I found this interview with Martin (the only name given).

Martin seems to have spent much of his life enamored of one hobby, namely modifying his penis. This is, in and of itself, not particularly off-putting, after all most of us have seen at least photos of, say, a Prince Albert. However, this is so far removed from the epic modifications that Martin has undertaken as to be irrelevant.

Littered throughout the interview are pictures of various surgeries, in various stages, that Martin has performed upon himself. This is when things become awkward for, you see, upon clicking on one of the small, pixelated/censored thumbnails I was presented with an image so abstract, so painful to me that my brain almost ceased to function. There I sat, slack-jawed, my breath slowly escaping from my lungs in a horrified wheeze for what seemed like an age.

Needless to say that, should someone have walked by and peered over my shoulder, the image may have instantly been rejected by their psyche as well, thus saving me the chore of explaining why I, a supposedly straight man in a monogamous relationship, was spending time staring at images of cocks.

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Not all of us are blessed in the facial hair department, and while most are content to either simply forgo the pleasure of twiddling their luscious lip locks while tying damsels to train tracks or (foolishly) trying their hand at an invariably vain attempt at moustachery, resulting in an abomination and richly deserved ridicule. The man above doesn’t appear to have a problem in the facial plumage department which forces me to assume that this is simply an homage to what is arguably the best thing to happen to faces since ridiculous mutton chops. An up nod to the proud bearers of the moustache, going further than those gimmicky finger moustache types and choosing to proudly display his tat-stache in as horrifying a way as possible.

Via Modblog

Getting over the price of the initial investment, there’s money to be made in swallowing silver, if the example of Captain Fred Walters is anything to go by:

Argyria is an extremely rare condition caused by the ingestion of elemental silver, silver dust or silver compounds and the most dramatic effect of argyria is that the skin is colored blue or bluish-grey. The most famous person with argyria was Captain Fred Walters. Walters was born in England in 1855 and was a captain in the British army before a degenerative neural condition, locomotor ataxia, prompted his retirement. Treatment for his condition included the ingestion of silver and that regular ingestion caused Captain Walters to turn blue. He subsequently traveled to the United States in 1891 and began a career exhibiting himself for profit.

As time went on Walters allegedly increased his silver intake in an attempt to turn himself as blue as possible. For awhile, he was successful and his deep blue pigmentation resulted in more fame. However his heart eventually grew weak from the constant poisoning and gave out on August 20, 1923. He left behind a wife and a young daughter and his autopsy results, performed in Brooklyn, remain the most spectacular case of silver poisoning on record.

A Matses tribal woman from South America, grinning beneath her splayed nasal skewers. Her spots and whiskers are intended to transform her merely human appearance into something altogether more holy and beautiful, the noble jaguar.

Today on Ectomo: moustaches around the world!

I always like to think you can tell what kind of grampa a guy’s going to be by the manner in which he deforms himself with outrageous body modifications. Pictured from left to right, I believe Paul Impossible, outside of the horrifying chasm of his nostril which actually reveals a mucousy tunnel leading directly to his brain, will be the coolest grampa, where as Lucky Diamond Rich on the far right will live in a decrepit, abandoned house and make his grandchildren sleep under the stairs, thrashing them wildly with a cane if they complain.

top 10 physically modified people [Deputy Dog] : Transbuddha

The pattern of world politics, etched upon the solid gold cock ring of Karl Rove’s gay, piercing fetishist father, Louie?

I didn’t know his son — all I knew about his family was what Louie recounted to me as I looked at their pictures in the living room. Other than that I was mostly bothered by their visits to Palm Springs or his to Santa Fe, since that meant the house was closed for other over-night friends. And as to his former wife, Louie told me he had come out and so they divorced. But when I saw his family photographs I just saw the usual groupings of people and smiling-faced portraitures.

As a way to introduce me to piercing, he showed me a collection of the “world’s first body piercing magazine” — PFIQ (Piercing Fans International Quarterly). Those early magazines depicted a world many thought of “only as a handful of widely dispersed and closeted hardcore fetishists.” I was fascinated.

And pictured in that magazine was Louie … well, not Louie’s face but it was definitely Louie’s piercings [Editor’s note: in fact, Louie was one of their best known cover models!]. Louie had more genital piercings — all gold — than God … and there they were, all pictured in that magazine.

Perhaps not: it’s all anecdotal and unsupported, and the timing is suspect. Of course, I’m not sure I want to see the clinical DNA report that proves conclusively that the big toe thick ring laying in the palm of this guy’s hand, strangely stained with crusty verdigris, was actually used to thickly squeeze the erection of Rove. Sr.

A Little Bit Of History [BMEzine, NSFW]

High Detail Scar Work [Mod Blog] : Warren Ellis

Truly, this is one nightmare that Brownlee and I share: a pixie-headed girleen, gracile of limb and sleek of shape, decides to undergo a series of twenty surgeries that turn her into a putty-colored, basketball-breasted, fish-lipped hag.

The infinite tragedy of such a decision, undoubtedly backed with heaping doses of body dysmorphia, depression, and just plain bad taste, is that her career didn’t take off until she did it.

Anyone who finds this actually attractive, this Thing that she has twisted herself into, should be weeping with shame…

La metamorfosis de Sabrina Sabrok [Blogspot]

Exposed musculature, gooey brains, pulsing hearts and fluorescent central nervous systems, in tattoo form. But still cheaper and more realistic to peel off your own flesh.

Wearing your anatomy on your skin [Street Anatomy] : Neatorama : Respectful Indolence