Beaten to a pulp
For a decade now, Pulp magazine has been pushing people to the edge. More than in-your-face, more than raw, the images call your attention — it screams, howls, and transforms into a werewolf of emotions. Visual wizardry at its most potent. Vernon Go, you are one sick man.
10 years equal countless photos, each one more daring than the other. What to do? Compile them into a book. And that’s exactly what they did. Hardbound. Last Thursday before All Hallow’s eve, the peeps at Pulp celebrated an advanced Halloween at Amber Ultralounge at the Fort to showcase the most unforgettable images to grace their glossy existence. Gracy Glory Go, their godmother, graced the mag and the mug with her glow.
On this page, we pick the most gruesomely unforgettable.
Get your freak on — happy Halloween, Supreme peeps!
