HiLobrow’s favorite things
By: Vicente Lozano
Dolphin talk is the sound of innocence itself.
By: Neil LaBute
I found myself feeling like I was actually there, underwater or on the beach or in the NAUTILUS.
By: Marc Weidenbaum
Architecture is destiny.
By: Erin M. Routson
All of his daily deaths are about to be repaid with theirs.
By: Shawn Wolfe
Action-packed, yet with room to breath, think, and explore an idea or two between skull bashings.
By: Matthew Daniel
The distinction between reality and fiction never felt quite as negligible.
By: Lydia Millet
Beware the hyper-powerful otherness of people who look Scandinavian.
By: James Hannaham
Americans, like kids everywhere, must have seen and identified with their own gleeful nihilism.
For such a special-effects extravaganza it’s surprisingly a rather small film.
By: Mike Watt
I saw the dils many times starting in 1977, driving up to hollywood from my pedro town to see gigs w/d boon and georgie.
By: Lynn Peril
“Love’s another sterile gift, another shit condition.”
By: Chelsey Johnson
In seventh grade, I flung myself into the social machine.
By: Vanessa Berry
If a sugar bag could be a punk accessory, anything could be.
By: David Smay
“She’s shaping my body like a lump of mud!”
Resolute and dissolute, unrepentant and penitent, erotic and hermetic.