Interview with the Cobrasnake

WHY HE’S NOT ON MYSPACE.
WHETHER HE SAW PARIS HILTON DIGGING THROUGH THE TRASH.
HOW TECHNOLOGY IS FLATTENING THE ECONOMY OF FAME.
At the tender age of 20, Mark the Cobrasnake has it all figured out. College is a scam, a waste of time and money. You’d be better off serving as an apprentice to a brilliant art master such as Shepard Fairey, attending lots of parties, and making images. Anyone who knows what’s up will tell you that parties are where the real action happens and images are faster and more powerful than words. Images of cool people work best. Parties are where you find and meet the cool people. Make friends with the cool people. They’ll invite you to more parties, introduce you to more cool people, and give you more access to more images, all of which you will post on your website. The cool people will visit your website, see the images and will soon be begging you to show up at their parties and make them into an image by taking their pictures. That’s all there is to it. Today my son, you are a man.
Actually, it isn’t nearly as easy as Mark makes it look. You need an ironclad work ethic, an eye for what’s next, and the ability to throw more elbows than Bill Laimbeer in your quest for the perfect shot. The Cobrasnake has all this in spades, which is why
http://www.thecobrasnake.com/ has become such a destination. Is the Cobrasnake a trendspotting porthole, a preview of what’s hot on the street right now? Is it the chronicle of a youth culture at its most commodified and self-absorbed? Or it is simply an A-List MySpace for the entire city of angels? Is it even a snake at all? The Cobrasnake is all these things. Ultimately it is a mirror, reflecting whatever prejudices and insecurities the viewer brings to it.
The son of a dental hygienist to the stars, Mark Hunter grew up watching Mark Wahlberg and Tom Cruise open wide to get those yellowy whites capped into pearl. Whereas most of us grow up believing that the stars are Olympian beings who dwell in a separate overworld, he learned at an early age that in certain rooms at certain times, their world will intersect with yours. If you have enough balls, you can ask to take their picture. Do this enough and they’ll start ASKING you to take their picture. We talked about fame, technology, MySpace, money, Shep, beef, cred, “the scene,” and the secrets of making Gawker before you’re old enough to drink. Consider yourself warned—for a 20 year-old kid, the Cobrasnake uses a lot of adult words. This is a good interview. Enjoy.
BUILD THE BRIDGE OF RAPPORT WITH BEAMS OF SHAMELESS FLATTERY
Vulture: What is the goal of http://www.thecobrasnake.com?
Cobrasnake: It’s really open ended. The broadest goal is to document what’s going on now. As others have documented the 60s or the 70s, I’m documenting the era that I’m living in, and sort of doing an “Almost Famous,” by being a peer to the people that I’m documenting, because we’re all growing up together. I’m not just this photographer guy who comes to take photos of them. We’re all on the level.
V: You seem to have a keen eye for folks who are famous, could be famous, should be famous, or are about to be famous. Your eye is so good that simply appearing on your site now confers some measure of fame. Who were some of your first discoveries?
C: I photographed Bloc Party the first time they came to America. Now they’re headlining Coachella, which is just crazy.
V: In less than two years you’ve gone from a complete unknown to the celebrated court photographer of Los Angeles’ various evening realms. How did you figure out how to navigate the city’s social whirl so quickly, and with such success?
C: It’s all about who you know. I worked for Shephard Fairey for two years. He’s heavy in the art scene and introduced me to a lot of people, gave me invites to certain events. At the same time promoters and club owners saw a direct benefit from what I was doing. Anyone who was doing a party would want me there.
AGE, AMBITION & THE BURDEN OF BEING PRECOCIOUS
V: Have there ever been any issues with your not being of drinking age? Folks must not always believe you when you tell them you’re only 20. They may not want to believe you.
C: I guess they think I’m older because I’ve accomplished so much. Most 20 year olds are in college and being idiots. I went to a little bit of community college but found that it wasn’t really motivating me. In my head I wish I’d started in high school. I would be much further along. But I have this fucked up thing in my head that I had to go to college because everyone wants to go to college.
V: I’ve found the 20s to be the decade of uncertainty, envy, and generally looking over your shoulder. You have this leftover sensation from high school that you’re in some kind of race for prizes, but you’re no longer sure how the race is being scored, or what the prizes are. Most people are too busy wasting their 20s to fret about the time they’ve wasted. Do you ever get shit for being precocious?
C: Not really. It’s funny. Even when I was working as Shepard’s assistant I was bossing around 27 year olds, telling them what to do.
YES, BUT IS IT ART?
V: You said the mission of your site is to document the times you’re living in. Does that make you an artist, or more of a journalist?
C: I would consider myself an artist, but I wouldn’t consider my current work to be that artistic. One thing that keeps my site from being art is the quantity of photos versus the quality of photos. If I were to really showcase my work I would choose five photos per night that were really stellar, five at the most. If you look at the front index photos, those are stellar or better. My whole thing with Shepard is that some people could say he’s not the best designer or whatever, they might criticize his work, but the fact is he figured out the best way of getting it to the masses. I’ve seen lots of talented people not get anywhere because they’re not able to market themselves. There are 1,000 photographers who are better than me, but I’ve set myself up in such a way that nobody can fuck with what I’m doing. So I’m going to get hired instead of the better photographer.
MYSPACE, “THE SCENE,” A FEW NOTES ON RACE
V: Do you have a Friendster or MySpace account?
C: No. Someone recently made a MySpace about me, as a joke. I’m not sure what they’re trying to accomplish.
V: Why not? I’d guess that MySpace is probably a fairly big deal with the people you’re photographing.
C: Why would I want to distract people from my site by putting content on a MySpace site? I’d rather have something special on my site for them to look at. You can turn it around and say I should be on MySpace to get a different audience, but I don’t want that audience. Enough people waste their time on that shit. I don’t want to contribute to that. Half the shit on there is like ‘oh, you look cute.’ And on top of that you get to approve everything that appears on your page. It’s biased.
V: In Philadelphia there’s a lot of talk among the nightclub-going public about “the scene.” It’s not clear exactly what “the scene,” means, other than me, my friends, their friends, and the people we all see at the bar. But there’s a sense that it’s a world of some importance, and that becoming a prominent figure within it might lead to some greater fame. Some people take this really seriously; for others it is just an excuse to go out and drink more than they ought to. Anyways, I’m rambling. Do people talk about “the scene” in Los Angeles?
C: There’s definitely a group of people who go out and like the same kind of people. But there are many groups. Hip-hop clubs—that’s a scene. Mexican jukebox—that’s a scene. We’re just a different scene. We’re pretty diverse because … not that they wouldn’t like it if I were there. But it would probably be pretty awkward for me to roll up to some hip-hop thing. But then again there’s always the token group of minority folks who go and hang out with the white folks. Los Angeles is more open than some places.
PHOTOGRAPHY & AESTHETICS
V: Tell me about your technique as a photographer.
C: I’m ADD. I can only fixate on one thing for a second before my focus transfers. I like to try and capture the moment. I don’t like things that are too obvious. That can seems contradictory because sometimes I set up my photos. But I’d much rather walk up a staircase, say, and see two people making out than walk up a staircase and ask two people to make out.
V: What are some of the best spontaneous moments that you’ve captured?
C: Once in New York I saw two girls reaching across this guy to put lip gloss on each other. That’s so girly, and they were completely crushing the guy in the middle.
NARCISSISM, TECHNOLOGY & THE FUTURE OF FAME
V: Do people ever complain that your work is narcissistic, that you ought to be directing attention to prisons or minimum wage working conditions or whatnot instead of the decadence of the global nightlife circuit?
C: I have two responses. One is: Invite me to something. I’m not opposed to it. I just don’t know about it, and I don’t have the time to investigate. Two is: Look at my website. I guess you could say I’m supporting the glossy magazine world and all that superficial shit because I’m just taking picture of what’s there, people smoking and drinking and wearing expensive clothes. But I’m not forcing them to do all that. That’s what they do, and I’m going to take pictures of it. I used to take pictures of crackheads and homeless people in downtown LA. I didn’t make them pee on the wall, or look in the trash. My work might have a bit of my own bias to it, but it’s not misconstrued. I’m not Photoshopping Paris Hilton’s head on a homeless guy and saying Paris Hilton is digging through the trash.
V: Where do you see the notion of fame headed five years or ten years out? You’re living proof that there are no longer any barriers to entry for paparazzi and starmakers. Does this mean the end of stardom itself?
C: Yeah, this reminds me of a conversation I was having with a friend earlier, about some girl on MySpace who had a ridiculous number of friends and had made a name for herself from that. It’s funny. A girl who’s on my site a lot will be shopping for groceries, and some random guy that she doesn’t know will come up to her and saw they saw her on Cobrasnake. That’s fame. Generally I don’t put too much importance on fame or being in the spotlight.
V: I don’t see fame disappearing. Technology might disperse fame to some extent, but you’ll always have that tacit conspiracy of editors deciding that we have to run photos of Tom Cruise and his girlfriend because people want to see them, when really the only reason people want to see them is because we always run the photos. Known quantities are comforting for readers, but even more comforting for editors and decision makers. Stars make it much, much easier to form editorial decisions. Phew, okay, I’d like you to pretend that was a question.
C: In my world the value of fame is magazine print stuff. If I’m in a magazine that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m famous, but it means that I’m legit. Just to be on someone’s website doesn’t really do it for me. It seems watered down. The web means more people are getting exposure whether they deserve it or not.
MONEY & ADVERTISING
V: How do you get paid?
C: I play it by ear. I would do it for free if I had to, because I’m doing what I like. Here’s my motto: I used to pay to go to concerts and now I get paid to go to concerts. That’s kind of cool. I never wanted art to be my profession. If this doesn’t work out for some reason, I’d seek out some kind of creative job and keep doing this as much as I could on the side.
V: Where do you see your work headed?
C: Looking at Shepard’s life, he started with simple stencils and simple silk screens, then he got into clean computer designs, then he started complicated the computer designs with stencils and extra paper. He started feeling it a little more and being comfortable with the stresses on stuff. Everything is so clean and digital these days that it helps to have some kind of added fringe or aura or something.
V: Are there any brands, products, subcultures, corporations, objects, concepts or words that you find particularly appealing or cool this week and would feel comfortable sharing?
C: My big word right now is “aesthetic.” Everyone values aesthetics nowadays. All these big brands have to reinvent their advertising and everything, because they got so shitty and out of touch. It’s cool because they can’t really fuck with artistic peoples’ aesthetics too much. They’ve sort of admitted that they don’t know what they’re doing.
V: Do you have any beefs or grudges that you’d care to air in this forum?
C: I’m pretty good with everybody. I’m aggressive, but I’m friendly. Negative is positive, most of the time.
V: What do you think of Gawker’s Blue States Lose? Do you feel like the book publishers do with Google, that someone is piggybacking or reselling your content without cutting you in on the proceeds?
C: It’s a trade off. They bring a lot of traffic to my site, and I guess it benefits them as well. It’s one of those things that you don’t want to touch, because it’s good for you. It gives you cool points or something. It’s like I contribute to Vice, but I haven’t ever gotten paid. It’s more the fact that my photos are in Vice and that makes me look cooler and that will get me a job and so on. Or the person that reads Gawker works for a big ad agency and will use me for something. I’d hate to go to them and say “you owe me money for all this.” There’s certain things you do for the resume and other things you just do. You got to steal from the rich and give to the cool people. It’s a give and take.
Visit the Cobrasnake
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See the Cobrasnake’s photographs this March, at the Roosevelt Hotel in Los Angeles.
Before There Was MySpace, Justin Hall Invented the Home Page

Business cliché #352: The pioneers get the arrows shot into their backs, and are soon followed by timid, greedy settlers. Be second, not first. It is as true as it is tired, true since the days when Shakespeare ripped his whole playbook from, what was his name again? See, nobody ever remembers the guy who was actually first on the scene.
It is in this spirit that we tip our beak to Justin Hall, the man who had a homepage chronicling his every move a full decade before MySpace and Friendster. Check out his version of what first drew him to online self-publishing:
As best I see it, this is the least alienating incarnation of this medium. No distance, no bullshit objectivity; I’m telling stories about my life, you can either take it or leave it. I’m not going to tell you you have to read it to be hip, I’m not saying I’m the authority on anything but what I been through.
Real stories, or personally inflected stories, ring true because I don’t deny myself a place in them. You know where I stand, so you know where you stand.
And perhaps your father also died when you were young. Or you had trouble relating to a beautiful person with whom you were in love. Or you got the best job you could possibly imagine, and didn’t want to work there anymore.
connections. relationships.
Ain’t no sales. Ain’t no advertisin’. Just folks sharin’ stories.
This dude was there so early that he bought (and never sold!) www.links.net. Today he is a journalist on the video game beat. Pay him a visit. Screensters of the world, kneel down and give props to your maker.
Good Scents: The Smell Report

They won’t admit it to the telephone pollsters, but your run of the mill hipster likes to smell nice. Better than nice. Science has shown that good smells help attract mates, mask the tendrils of tobacco smoke clinging to their beeswaxed locks, and provide constant whiffs of respite in their hours of afternoon agony surfing Craigslist on the sofa. Boss just yelled at you over IM? Sniff your wrist. Dude just cut in front of you on line at Lit? Sniff your wrist. Can’t get the bartender to notice you in the crowd? Sniff your wrist. Smell the good smell. See? It makes you feel better.
But how is one to distinguish between the many aromas to choose from? Here are a few tips.
For would-be perfumers: Packaging matters. “By” by Dolce & Gabbana must have picked up on the same animal craze that we documented here not so long ago, cause they’ve rolled out a leopard-print box (zebra for the lads). Inhale deep and try not to pass out. This is not for the faint of heart. Chanel No. 5 is not the nicest smelling of the scents, but after all these years that simple, black and white box still makes the Vulture’s heart skip a beat. Such elegance! Such grace! Such ultra-modern sophistication! But remember: classics are nice, but limited-edition runs are even better (remember Magie Mist?).
For would-be purchasers of perfume: If you like how leopards and zebras look, go ahead and take a gamble on how they smell. But if you do take the plunge into the wild animal kingdom, go all the way and douse yourself in it. A scent must be committed to. No pussy-footing around the big pussies, so to speak. If you want to be a leopard, be a mama leopard!
DO NOT smell like food. Especially do not smell like chocolate. Chocolate is hip and specialized now, true, but only on your tongue—not on your skin. Buy the fine-crafted, artisanal Belgain hoo-ha if you must (the Vulture is just fine with the Hershey’s), but do not wear your sweets. Smelling like chocolate is gross. It is hoi polloi. It is un-sexy. It is anti-cool. Those who manufacture chocolate smells should be banned. They should pack up and go back to the provinces from whence they came. Out of our cities!
DO smell like fruit. Fruit is lovely. It is not a food in the sense of other foods. It is more like a nectar. Nectar is what you should smell like. Nectar is what gods drink. You are a god.
Girls & Feet: The Revenge of Underoos

It’s official: Footless tights are moving from New York to Middle America. The skinny jeans of the past few seasons are morphing into leggings and footless tights, which anyone who’s been to Manhattan’s Misshapes party in the last year could have told you. Now designers like ‘ciso Rodriguez, Nanette Lepore, Donna Karan, Tracy Reese and Wolfgang Joop have gotten into the act. (For those of you outside the oasis—or is it the Bermuda Triangle?—of NYC, the footless tights can be worn with a big sweater for the “mushroom” look, or paired with a miniskirt or cut-off shorts and hi-tops to show off the bare ankle.)
But if you don’t know anything about fashion, you at least know this: it goes in cycles. And so after the footless obsession will surely come the obsession with feet. Get ready, well-heeled (ahem) girls, cause that icon of yesteryear is about to come back. No, the Vulture is not talking about jellies, Keds or portable plastic record players
that destroy your vinyl. All those feel-good emblems of nostalgia and prolonged adolescence have come and gone. The Vulture is talking about
the sleeper with footies, that one-suit of bedtime wonder that kept you cozy and warm, right down to your toes. No furry boots necessary.
It’s a trend you can’t wear out of the house, but it just may breathe new life into the cuddle parties of those long-gone days of 2005.
Skank is out. A-lines are in. Denim is out. Leggings are in. And soon, we predict, will be the sleeper. Watch for it.
If Vegetables Were Minerals, Bamboo Would Be Gold

Flowers are nice enough for your sweetheart on Valentine’s, and they sure do smell nice, but really the little bastards are bred from birth to be lopped off in full bloom (like James Dean) and then stuck in a glass of water for our viewing jollies (like the Elephant Man). The flower means death, and death is so yesterday. We much prefer the living shoots of bamboo that we’ve noticed adorning the banquettes of finer nightspots, realtor shops, and luxe dining establishments. Bamboo makes us think of futons, the harmonious yin-yang symbol, and our hero, Bruce Lee. Generally speaking, plants are far more pleasing to behold when they aren’t dying before your eyes.
DIY Fantasies for a Throwaway Culture

The pleasure of enjoying the works of one’s own hands far outweigh the generally inferior craftsmanship, costly tools, and hours of sweat that go into making anything with your own two mits. In fact, giving the grease-stained finger to an economy that encourages you to buy new rather than build from scratch is one of the reasons we like to stare out the window and fantasize about building our own furniture on the carpool ride to IKEA. It’s also why we like Instructables, step by step instructions for creating and altering everything from DIY bicycles to computer mice to lead pipe beds. Bonus points for the design, which is slicker than Gretzky’s sportsbook.
The Axe Effect

In just a few years after launch, Unilever’s AXE line rocketed to the number one men’s deodorant in the United States. Well, “boy’s deodorant” is probably a little more accurate—the AXE brand is anchored in a blend of intense insecurity and unquenchable horniness known only to the hormone-crazed 15 year-old male. AXE pulled this rapid rise off by harnessing the power of the spectacle. They rented a huge beach house where Andrew WK hosted all-night ragers. They commissioned some edgy graffiti-style throw ups on the mean streets of Chicago. And now, to top it all off, they’re launching a Wes Anderson-style ensemble reality TV series on MTV. Called “the Gamekillers” the show will examine the courtship rituals of smelly teenage males.
How long have we been hearing about the line between content and advertising getting erased? To say nothing of the line between reality as lived and reality as televised? The future is here, and pulled off fairly well, judging by the website. Our right hand is applauding AXE’s chutzpah while our left prepares to hurl a rotten tomato.
Vulture Loves Alien Loves Predator

In our times, we young people don’t know much about history, don’t know much biology. And so forth. But we do know a lot about those special men (and ladies) in the mirror.
Hence the appeal of AlienLovesPredator.com , a hilarious web comic updated once a week on that most debased of weekdays, Mondays. Msrs. Alien and Predator are not the extra-terrestrial, galactic creatures foolishly battling one another in Antarctica, or wherever (the Vulture really didn’t have time to see it). No, Alien and Predator are just two dudes living—and living it up—in New York City, getting rejected at speed dating, taking taxis through Times Square, and watching televised sporting events. Bernie, the man behind the comic, has tapped into that thing that appeals to us more than faux-extreme lightning bolts, hokey slang, and neon lights: ourselves. Not that we are fans of speed dating, but we do occasionally take taxi cabs.
There’s nothing people love more than seeing themselves reflected back to themselves. If Alien and Predator wore pants, you can bet they’d put them on one leg at a time. But they don’t wear pants! Cause they’re Alien! And Predator!
Celebrities? They’re just like you! Even if they’re mutant beasts from the future!
You would think this joke would get old after a few strips, and you would be wrong.
The Artist’s Statement: A Work in Progress

Nothing says more about the sad state of art nowadays than the artist’s statement—a blend of inscrutable theories, vain boasting and raw salesmanship. Especially sad are those high concept / low craft artists who have clearly spent more time writing their precious statements than making the art itself. And they ought to. Bad art depends on smoke and mirrors for people to be fooled into believing it has any value. Here are a couple of especially foul specimens of the genre:
1. 52 Weeks In Time
The Statement
…Collages reveal the narratives of hidden mythologies. As William S. Burroughs sees it, the aim of the cut-up is to “make explicit a psychosensory process that is going on all the time anyway.
Translation:
I make a rough collage out of each issue of Time Magazine, sort of like you used to do in health class. Except I did it for an entire year.
2. Kevin Romaniuk
The Statement:
Kevin Romaniuk approaches the issues of suburban
upbringings, domestic interaction, and diaristic views of juvenile masculinity. Seeking to communicate a narrative between the realities of ones self image and the awkwardness of how we are perceived, these photographs resonate with a sense of vagueness clearly informed by the canon of banal domestic images and young male culture popularized by artists such as Richard Billingham, Martin Parr, and Richard Prince. Continuing an interest in the candid and sincere, Kevin Romaniuk’s photographs continue to employ strategies commonly associated with the vernacular while creating images that begin to transcend and blur the boundaries of observed captured photography, and the constructed image. It becomes difficult to recognize authenticity and simulation within his influenced documentary. Often flirting with bravado, these photographs become a testament to today’s post-everything culture and a celebration of the spectacular failure.
Translation: I’m a 32 year-old shut in. I like to hang out at my parents’ house in my Jockeys. Sometimes, when everyone else is at work and I am bored, I take off all my clothes and take pictures of myself with Dad’s digital camera.
Brain on a Stick

Are Hollywood screenplays and magazine think pieces getting worse? Or are we just really, really smart? It’s one or the other for sure, because sometimes, late at night, especially on Fridays and Saturdays, we have incredibly awesome conversations regarding that state of the universe and the way things really work, the kind of spontaneous issuance of thought that can only happen among true friends.
Five or ten years ago, our pearls of wisdom were lost to the ages. But nowadays, we shameless whip out our toothbrush-sized digital voice recorders so we can play back our own genius observations the next day. This used to creep our friends out. But now that the CIA is listening in on their phone conversations and exes are stalking them on Friendster, your ordinary party vibe can easily withstand little benign surveillance.

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