PRINT Summer 1988

IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AND I FEEL FINE

Christian Leigh

I just wanna get radical!
—Matt Archbold, professional surfer, 1987

I want my future work to operate in the interchange between Robert Smithson’s unfinished project and Michael Jackson’s face.
—Ashley Bickerton, 1988

IN FRANCE THEY CALL them enfants terribles. In Italy you might hear duri. Here in America, we call them bad boys. We find them in our movies, we find them in our literature. Rock music, since its inspired invention back in the ’50s, has perhaps been the most comfortable home for our bad boys. Its thesis is one of giving it all—chills, thrills, passion, and pathos—and bad boys and bad