Using stop-motion animation, Menard re-created a level from the game with simple obstacles like LEGO bricks, cereal boxes and a harmonica. In this photo-trickery game, Mega Man’s must defeat Menard, who plays as “Fork Hand,” a giant fork. Watch the video below to see what we mean…

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This July, Peter Ruprecht (the photographer who brought us the stunning ladies of the Ecko Manufacturing ads) focused on a more humanitarian cause with his exhibit “Monadic Nomad.” It was through this series of environmentally and socially-conscious images that were both scenic and gritty that he documented his recent travels through India.

For the opening of “Monadic Nomad,” Ruprecht printed his photos on hand-made paper and hung them at the new Splashlight Studios Soho location in Tribeca. The exhibit officially closes its doors this Wednesday night, but the photos are available for purchase HERE. Proceeds will be donated to a charity that’s dedicated to providing clean drinking water. See some of the photos in the gallery below…

Related: Peter Ruprecht Opens Splashlight Studios Soho

The San Francisco native worked as a rap shutterbug in the early ’90s during hip-hop’s Golden Era and later made a bunch of the flicks into “art” by cementing the images on unconventional wooden surfaces (headboards, dressers, ironing boards etc.). The resulting photomontages (including Tupac, E-40, X-Clan, and a child playing in Johannesburg Cemetary) are both eerie and nostalgic. The exhibit features (you guessed it) 888 of his pieces and runs through September. See a gallery from the show below.

Posted up on surrounding buildings (either that or bopping around town with his jet pack), jwilly examines the supposedly hidden living space of the upper crust. Our only regret is that there are no pics of gazillionaire housewives sunbathing topless. See a gallery of his best flicks below, including the penthouse of the Soho Grand.

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Using a vector program and Photoshop, Ariawan manipulates his own photos to create these images that resemble what females might look like if they were made out of molten steel. He named the collection “Stop Haunt Me Everyday” because it’s inspired by “the girl who always came across my mind, every time and every day.” Since we know you’d never do drugs, check out a gallery of Ariawan’s images below.

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The resulting images'a hotel used for WWII interrogations, chairs at a shuttered train station in Oakland, a trashed arcade game in a even more trashed roadside motel'look like something out of a Coen Brothers x M. Night Shyamalan collabo (if Shyamalan actually made cool shit again). Order a copy of the book here or check out more Night Vision images after the jump.

[Flickr via BoingBoing]

The exhibit features over forty striking photographs (printed on hand-made paper) from a trip to India, where Ruprecht focused on everything from the people to the bold landscape. All proceeds from the exhibit will go back to building freshwater wells and cleaning up parts of India. During a recent visit to the office, Peter discussed the inspiration behind the project and gave us a peek at the post production of enhancing his photos. Watch the quick video clip below.

The point of the art project was to flip the idea of women serving as objects by portraying them as actual ones'in this case, lamps. But if you ask us, it’s also a fitting expression of the way that a beautiful woman can light up a room…you know, by exposing her vagina. Prepare to be blinded by the photo gallery after the jump.

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The Fourth of July weekend is supposed to be about cookouts, fireworks, and sharking, but if you’ve had enough outdoor fun and want to post up at the crib with a good book, you could do worse than Jeremy Fish’s latest, Once Upon A Time…

The SF-based artist/skate mogul/Aesop Rock pal has compiled some of his favorite drawings, photographs, and paintings in a leather-bound tome that retails for $50. Highlights include a foreword by the aforementioned Def Juxer and a section devoted to photos of people who’ve gotten tatted up with Fish’s work. Pick it up at Upper Playground stores or online and check a few pages from the book after the jump.

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“I never thought I would work in the phone sex industry. All those years doing customer service, my customers would comment on my sexy voice. I thought I was being professional, not sexy. This work is customer service. It's just your customers leave with more than a smile.”

“I am a straight male who speaks to women. They want me. They want me to talk to them, and to take them to another world. I'm good at it. I'm a pro. A ladies man. I speak to younger women. I speak to older women. I speak both Spanish and English. I have been thrown offers left and right. They want me to meet up and have my way with them, but I keep it only to phone conversations.”

“My first night was on a Saturday at midnight. It was a gentleman who I believe called himself Bob. He told me about his first experience with a glory hole. He explained that he had no one he felt comfortable telling this to, and I felt a strange intimacy between us, though it was rooted in a fantasy. I think it's easier to release repressed desires to a non-judgmental, fictional person, because there are no consequences in the outside world.”

“I got into phone sex because I thought: 'Why not get paid for talking dirty, instead of doing it for free?' It brings up my self-esteem so much, knowing guys are looking at my pics and wanting to talk with me. Wanting me to take them to a whole other place, filling their fantasies… painting that picture in their mind for them.”

“I'm 60 years old, have a B.A. in Cultural Anthropology from Columbia University, and married for 25 years. I have a son in his last years of college who lives at home. He's a 4.0 with a double major in English Literature and Religion. Men call me for an infinity of reasons. Of course, they call to masturbate. I call it “Executive Stress Relief.” It's not sex; it's a cocktail of testosterone, fueled by addiction to pornography, loneliness, and the need to hear a woman's voice. I make twice the money I made in the corporate world. I work from home, the money transfers into my bank account daily. I'm Scheherezade: If I don't tell stories that fascinate the Pasha, he will kill me in the morning.”

“To the caller, when I first answer, I am the inanimate Barbie. They do not know what I look like, who I am or how I feel. They can only imagine. It is my job to indulge their fantasies, to convince them that I am not a doll. I am their dream turned real. I view every question the caller asks me as a command for me to transform. If they ask if I am blonde, I become a blonde. If they ask how wet I am, I tell them that my panties are drenched. I respond to every sound the caller makes with an affirmation, I encourage them, I breathe life into their fantasy, I carve the doll out of flesh. I do not view myself as this doll, as the commodity. I am the manufacturer who creates her from the blueprint that the caller provides me. When the caller comes, it is positive feedback. Like an architect patting his contractor on the back.”

[The Morning News]

Well now, New York-based photographer Michael Cogliantry is showing off his Furry Kama Sutra photos with a new exhibit. For the series, he shot his costumed subjects in some of Las Vegas’ most colorful “by the hour” rooms in a tribute to the classic Indian sex guide. Unfortunately, the limited edition photo book with white furry cover is sold out, but you can catch his work this Friday at the Nemo Gallery in Portland, Oregon. Check out Cogliantry’s website for background, or check out more hot furry action after the jump.

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In case you’re wondeirng, the Changes consists of the creative force behind Australian clothing line Perks and Mini plus Fergadelic from Tonite UK, and Japan’s revered Skatething from BBC/IceCream. They all snapped photos of odd sightings for a coffee-table style book that should be shared over PBR’s rather than Café Aú Lait. It’s now available for purchase here, but check out a few crazy images from the book after the jump if you aren’t convinced.

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The rampant drugs and violence that deemed New York shitty in the '80s, reigns today in the tongue-in-cheek titled, It's All Good. Shot in some of the city's most notorious 'hoods, Serbian-born photographer Boogie admits in his new book, “This is the only reality I see.” And it bites.

Photo by Boogie
It’s All Good is now available through Powerhouse Books