“If you’re looking for all the attraction of being in a biker gang–the camaraderie, the adventure, the shared purpose, the open road–minus all the criminal activity and the long and brutal initiation process, look up your local Moped Army branch.”

Not exactly the catchiest book title in the world ever, but it’s another notch in the bed post for the publishing arm of Stuart Baker’s Soul Jazz records.

Hoxton Street Monster Supplies – no it’s not a gallery or a clothes shop, which has led to some scratching of heads amongst the inhabitants of the area – would-be monsters can purchase a complete range of comestibles including edible human preserves as well as cosmetics such as Fang Floss and Zombie Mints.

If you’ve never bought a men’s magazine in your life, you’ll be relieved to know that on this day, of all fine days, with a copy of Manzine tucked away in you man-bag, you can finally claim your rightful place alongside the other men of this world.

Does street photography have to be taken on the street? What if you’re standing on the pavement, does that count? And what if you’re in a park where, technically, there are no streets, but you spot a guy dressed up in a canary-yellow bear suit taking pity on a distraught stranger on a bench. What if you take a photo of that?

It’s this and a lot more that is up for discussion in What Was the Hipster?, a special one-off publication from n+1, a hip and brainy journal based in DUMBO, New York. A mixture of sociology, social observation, humour and some pretty incisive writing, maybe it’s a sign that the hipster is already truly dead when the phenomenon is getting the academic treatment. Here’s a little extract, so see what you think…

LONDON – If through the 80s, people talked about ‘subcultures’ thanks to Dick Hebdige, in the 90s the people increasingly spoke of ‘style tribes’, courtesy of Ted Polhemus. From 30 September, Polhemus will be displaying his photography at The Book Club in London.

2010’s edition promises to be bigger, brighter and, erm, bookier?

As Hollywood teeters on the inexorable slide towards putting out EVERY SINGLE FREAKIN’ MOVIE in 3-D, style hangs in the balance. Watching 3-D movies is the ultimate exercise in conformity, man: everyone looks the same, because everyone is forced to wear the same 3-D glasses.

‘The First Thirty Years’ isn’t just the story of the club, it’s especially a compilation of the flyers – there are literally hundreds of them, all hand-drawn, often in a comic book style reminiscent of Lucky Luke, Zorro or Judge Dredd, but with a punk cut n’ paste aesthetic – and also extensive archive photography. It’s all a fitting tribute to a true originator.

Jack Spade and K-Swiss have announced a collaboration surrounding the first reprinting of Take Ivy, a book of photography featuring shots of sharply-dressed bourgeoisie during the 1960s.

The romance of Sunday league football is the subject of Reality Football by photographer, Alan Powdrill. A real labor of love, it has taken him three years to complete. The images are a reminder that the Beautiful Game isn’t about 7-figure salaries, it’s about grit and determination and that unexplainable buzz you get from kicking a football about, and getting covered in mud.

Gavin McInnes is a dickhole. Seriously, screw this guy:

You wouldn’t think Giorgio Moroder could get any cooler. Well… Think again! The maestro recently released a book, Extraordinary Records: Any Color Except Black—The High Baroque Of Vinyl Recordings, that does for album visuals what Moroder’s synthesizers did for sound.

Princess Noire: The Tumultuous Reign of Nina Simone, examines the artistic legacy of Waymon/Simone while dutifully dissecting her formidable mental illnesses, including bipolar disorder, shizophrenia, multiple personality disorder, late-in-life alcoholism, and the uniform rage cited by all in her satellite as overwhelming.

Little White Lies is a high-concept magazine whose focus is film in a broad sense, approaching their favorite subject through the lens of their other favorite subjects: any and all art. In this spirit they launched the “Creative Brief” series, the most recent of which asked people to winnow down their favorite movie into a six-panel comic.

Fall Out Boy are making more moves in their quest for cultural dominance, and have started a comic book line. Designed in conjunction wtih designer Dr. Romanelli and Jeff Krelitz, Fall Out Toy Works follows Wentz’ lyrics from “Tiffany Blews” and pictures a toymaker and his female droid. It seems like a good fit considering [...]

It all started with a folding bicycle.

Former Talking heads frontman/musical savant David Byrne has been a long-time environmentalist, utilizing a trusty folding bike as his main means of getting around New York City.

Hints as disparate as music and fashion have told us the classics will always endure. Music has dropped them in the form of Vampire Weekend, Chester French and Mayer Hawthorne, looking almost like drop-outs if not for the constant barrage of nostalgia and reinterpretation.

Let’s face it – skateboards were made to be broken: it’s built in that, on some level, they’re disposable – ready to be smashed coming down hard on a rail or crashing to earth after a trick. But the graphics, design, and memories that they hold often prove unbreakable. That’s why the title of Sean Cliver’s new book, The Disposable Skateboard Bible, proves so ironic.