Time, in fact, is rather vulgarly dramatic; it is the sentimentalist of the dimensions

August 19, 2013 § Leave a comment

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The jetpack consists of a frame flanked by two cylinders containing propulsion fans, which are powered by gasoline. The frame straps around the pilot’s back, and she steers the jetpack with two joysticks.

The latest model, the P12, can reportedly climb more than half a mile and travel at a speed of about 43 mph.  read more

PHOTOGRAPH: Robert Johnson

The space hairdresser and the cowboy. The guy, he’s got a tin foil pal and a pedal bin. His father’s a robot and he’s fucking fucked his sister. Lego! They’re all made of fucking lego

January 3, 2013 § Leave a comment

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It’s August, 1928. A Ford Model T sputters past the newsstand where your ten-year-old self stands motionless, gawping at the cover of Amazing Stories. A man confidently hovers above a field in a fitted helmet and skin-tight red jumpsuit. He waves at a woman — smitten with his prowess — as two lesser men sulk into the periphery, envious of the magical harness strapped to our hero’s back.

The Frank R. Paul illustration on the cover is the first mainstream depiction of a personalized jetpack some thirty years before a team of crafty Nazis would reportedly build the first working prototype. Incredibly, Amazing Stories, Volume 3 Number 5, also contained the inaugural Buck Rogers story, Armageddon–2419 A.D. That’s two stories of rocket-propelled humans for just twenty-five cents… not bad.

Now, fast forward to 2011. You’re 93 years old, Germany is a democracy and electric cars are all the rage. And even though televisions now babysit your grandchildren you still don’t own a jetpack. Of course, even Buck Rogers had to wait until the 25th century for his, so quit your moaning and reminisce with us as we look back at the age of jetpacks that never was.  read more

PHOTOGRAPH: Brett Weston

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