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We made this site because we blog and read a lot of blogs. So we know what a difference it makes when things are made easier for you ;) This is a basic version of our flash site (built by our good friend Kamil), where you'll find images and any further info you might want/need to blog about us.
If you're interested in our latest news, check out our blog. If you'd like to contact us, or if you need hi-res images, find our contact details at the bottom of this page.
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"We shall swim out to that brooding reef in the sea… and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory for ever." H. P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Over Innsmouth, 1931
Lovecraft was a strange man, being both a racist as well as terrified of seafood. An unlikely combination of phobias that gave birth to this gem of weird fiction, warning of the horrors of race mixing with fish.
Even in these liberated times, it is difficult to know how to take this sort of advice.
But we’re down with the Deep Ones.
Limited edition of 200.
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"You’re really not going to like it," observed Deep Thought.
Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything.
Whether or not you crack jokes in Base 13, there’s no denying the sublime beauty in Adams’ Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything.
Wearing this print will not only geek the fashionistas at their own game, but will also guarantee inner peace at the bitter end. Or maybe not. But it will strike fear into the hearts of psychiatrists around the world, and you just never know when that might come in dead handy.
Limited edition of 200.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die."
1926: H.P. Lovecraft reveals the location of R’lyeh, resting place of the terrible Cthulu, at 47°S 126°W.
1997: Near this location, the U.S. National Oceanic Administration detects an ultra-low frequency sound, matching the audio profile of an enormous living creature. Its source remains unknown.
Perhaps the humbling proof of one of Lovecraft’s cosmic-horros lurking beneath the black ocean is just what the world needs. In which case, stay hopeful. These are strange aeons we live in, sometimes stranger than fiction.
Limited edition of 200.
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"But dear readers, you must think, at least a little. It helps."
Zamyatin’s WE imagines a dystopian future of absolute control, numerical identity and the subjugation of free-will.
In the good old free-market-capitalist crazy days, this concept seemed laughable.Now, with banks and auto-industries nationalised, the idea of living in One-State is a future we can all suddenly imagine.
WE are all in this together now. Although wearing a T-shirt won't make you an individual, you should enjoy the privilege while you can, before WE are all wearing grey uniforms.And with strange aeons even death may die.
Limited edition of 200.
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A tragic tale of cyber-warfare and betrayal, in a cold-war future that never happened.
Had it run to plan, 'Operation Screaming Fist' would have crippled the Russian defense computers with a sophisicated virus. Instead, Colonel Willis Corto met his fiery doom high above the icy steppes of Siberia.
A single line of William Gibson's 'Neuromancer' speaks volumes. Go on, read the rest.
Limited edition of 200.
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"Hell is other people" - JP Sartre.
What was Sartre on about? Did he find other people annoying? Was he suggesting that we are defined by other people? Or did he mean that their existence is our jail, the metaphorical Hell that we can never escape? Or maybe it was simply that he was a miserable old bastard who needed to get out more?
Philosophical interpretation aside, you may not always have full control of your own identity. But you could certainly do worse than be seen in this stylish appropriation of a heady existentialist dilemma.
Limited edition of 200.
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"Today he plays Jazz. Tomorrow he betrays his country." - Stalinist propaganda quote.
Before jazz was corrupted into muzak for call-centres and elevator men, it enjoyed its rightful status as a corruptor of young minds.
Sure, a bit of swing must seem like good clean fun. But we all know that it's a downward spiral of drugs, fast-women, and free-will. The Stalinists had the right idea. Nip it in the bud!
Join the struggle today and help end the evil spread of Jazz. Quickly now, before someone subjects you to some Kenny G...
Limited edition of 200.
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Keep your friends close. But your enemies closer.
If Machiavelli didn't actually say it in 1513, he sure did mean it. Instead we had to wait till 1974 and Don Coreleone, who was actually far better at getting to the point than poor Niccolo. The Don had none of that flowery Renaissance language getting in his way. Nope, just bullets delivering his point, short and sharp like.
So to cut this short, your enemies can always be counted upon to be just that. Unfortunately your friends sometimes cannot. Just ask anyone who's been in hospital recently.
Limited edition of 200.
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A tragic tale of cyber-warfare and betrayal, in a cold-war future that never happened.
Had it run to plan, 'Operation Screaming Fist' would have crippled the Russian defense computers with a sophisicated virus. Instead, Colonel Willis Corto met his fiery doom high above the icy steppes of Siberia.
A single line of William Gibson's 'Neuromancer' speaks volumes. Go on, read the rest.
Limited edition of 200.
Available in cranberry (t-shirt), and red (sweatshirt).
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Galactic travel may soon make it possible to send all of Earth's over-achieving billionaires into space, hopefully never to return.
But if you had to live in a space colony, which one would you choose? Forget the camp futurism of Ray Bradbury, William Gibson's Zion Cluster is much more appealing. Rasta-men, pulsing dub, and a fleet of Soviet-era spacecraft litter his cyberpunk masterpiece 'Neuromancer'. This vision gave Babylon Rocker it's name and inspired a bizarre marriage of Rastafarian iconography and constructivist art.
Limited edition of 200.
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Just another Jesus shirt you're thinking, right? Not exactly... Muslim Jesus is a reflection on the futility of religious intolerance.
From afar, Jesus stares serenely at those surrounding you. But up close, Islamic crescents cluster together in abstract patterns. Anyone close enough to know this and still want to have it out, should've already registered on your fuckwit radar.
Muslim Jesus is actually an iteration of a previous project named Personal Jesus. The graphic itself is the output of a Flash engine we developed which takes an image and replaces the pixels with a symbol. Read more about this process.
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When 'Big Brother' means nothing more than a new low in television standards, the warnings of Orwell’s classic '1984' are more poignant than ever.
Miniluv - or The Ministry of Love in Oldspeak - is where Winston was brutally tortured, brain-washed and ultimately learned to love Big Brother. And no, he wasn’t watching TV.
Wear your highbrow literary tastes with pride.
Available in asphalt (t-shirt), and black (hoody).
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Not so long ago, a strange thing happened amidst the rubble of broken dreams and the boozers of East London. Some pilgrims to this savage land decided to pool their industry experience, raw talent and shamelessly egotistical aspirations. After much beard-stroking and arguing, the-affair was born.
Slightly more intelligent than your average brand, the-affair makes graphic tees influenced by subjects that delve a little deeper than your standard pop-references. Too high-brow? Actually, we've just got a little more faith in our customers.
So who are we? We’re all about Sydney, South America, Siestas. Canberra, Comics, El Camino de Santiago. Barcelona, Backgammon, Black Tea. Metal, Mo’s and Matchboxes. Phew.
We believe in the value of scarcity, so every shirt we produce is limited to an edition of 200.
the-affair. the thinking man's brand.
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Zoltan Csaki
zoltan [at] the-affair [dot] com
Dave Black
dave [at] the-affair [dot] com
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