A faint air of grandeur streamed through the colossal pillars of the Parthenon as the ruin lay bare before us like a whale skeleton’s rib cage. Stranded atop an outcrop in the middle of Athens, the cluster of marble bones was surrounded by others—devastated remains of the Acropolis, the once pulsating citadel in the heart of Ancient Greece.

A PhD was never for me. I didn’t thirst for a higher higher education after graduation. Unintentional rhymes, but they speak to a poetic inclination in me that academia couldn’t satisfy. It just didn’t rhyme.

Well, Jakarta, there is no easy way to say this, but you didn’t make my Top 10. Or the Top 50, or the top, or even just the list. But then again, you know that I disdain these lists and that I made this one up just to tease you. You’re alright Jakarta. Sure, you are no Paris, but why would you be, or want to be? I'm sorry if I'm getting under your skin here, but see, that's exactly where I want to be. For yours isn’t a superficial Paris-beauty; yours is an underneath-beauty.

„Looks strangely familiar, but more strange than familiar,” I said to my friend Boris Eldagsen when he shared this post with me. This is me, but it’s not my face. My facial features have been “AId.”

When is Venice? Because it doesn’t look like it is now. It is a replica of a fairy tale and at least one hundred million stories old.

One of Paris’ most darling angles, Trocadéro plaza is popular with tourists who want a piece of the Eiffel tower to take home. And while there is no shortage of kitschy replicas being hawked all over the square at all but odd hours—and with little interruptions caused by police—today’s favorite souvenirs are photos.

While the public discourse around the ICE killing of Minnesota woman Renee Good has all the right ingredients for a hot stew of opinions—spicy camera angles, juicy legislation, and a good pinch of political finger-pointing—it is lacking a solid portion of clear-cut common sense. Something that isn’t mush. Something we can all agree on.

Took a little breather after a short year of long days. Here’s to crisp beginnings and twist endings! Because that's all we ever choose, right? The beginning. To start something, and how. How it ends, is typically out of our hands. No matter how this 2026 will turn out for you and me, let's get started on those beginnings.

I hope 2025 has treated you well. You won't hear me complain much, as I look back onto a host of awards, exhibitions, and publications, the launch of my own merchandise line, going viral again, and turning 13—well, a 13-year-old nomad.

You deserve a gift! And if you don’t, maybe you can get your karma rolling by giving one. Let’s kick off the giving season FLAMINGONE style with Pink Friday and Real Monday.

Are you ready to unwind, leave another year behind? Not me, not so much. I'm getting ready for whatever the opposite is: wind? grind? It’s that time of the year when I wrap it all up, and then gift wrap some. Read on for the latest news and newest shop arrivals to sweeten the season.

Today’s the day! World Circular Textiles Day. A good day. The perfect day really—to get a circular FLAMINGONE tee, hoodie, or cap.

I haven't been posting much on social media this summer, because it all feels somewhat trivial when following the news on Gaza. No matter what side or fence one sits on—politically and ethically—in this historically complex conflict, there is no justification for the Israeli government’s indiscriminate and genocidal military strategy.

when there's nothing left to say, it’s time to act

While my viral F L A M I N G O N E stunt—a real photo winning two AI awards—was proof that mother nature and her human interpreters still beat the machine, it also magnified the ever-finer line between real and fake imagery. Yesterday, I broke the rules of another contest to show that we are eroding reality as we know it. The twist: the juror was an AI.

Always nice to put a face to a name. This awkward hero needs no introduction: it's FLAMIN GO, seen here taking a moment off from being F L A M I N G O N E. Exactly one year ago, my buddy went viral after winning two AI awards as a real living being. Its message resonated so well with people that some large social media accounts are featuring it again these days, leading to requests like a TV interview in the US and a Korean book.

13 years ago, I traded home for the world. A great deal, if not without sacrifice. What started out as a one-year baby-trip is now a teenager. Enough time to learn a thing or two or thirteen. For my 13th rebirthday, I want to share these little brain muffins, each one accompanied by a new print to drive that lesson home.

it's getting AI-y out there, but there's also real news Is it just me, or is it getting pretty AI-y out there? Artificial intelligence is making inroads into more and more aspects of daily life — at times sneaking in undetected, at times entering the arena of public discourse in a flaming chariot. The creative community is an obvious group to collide with the new technology. To some creatives, AI is just a lie. Others speak their truths with it, enamored with a new form of ex

It's been a wild summer. Well, where I am, it's actually winter. But it's the summery kind of winter and I haven't seen a drop of rain...

Reality can be hard to believe at times. F L A M I N G O N E is the living proof – a creature so unbelievable that it passed as AI.