What Do You Call a Suspension That’s Not Yours?


Nacho suspension! Eh? Eh?

**gongggggg**

ANYWAY, here we have the aforementioned Ignacio’s first suspension in Montevideo, Uruguay, being attended to by the lovely La Negra, who basically lives on ModBlog. As far as first suspensions go, this one seems like it got a lot of the parts just right. A few more shots after the jump.

(Photos by María Pérez/Raw Photography.)

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BME Podcast #1: Allen Falkner Talks Suspension


Holy crap, it worked! Welcome, friends, to the inaugural BME Podcast. Isn’t this exciting? We figured it was time to revive the old BME Radio format and spruce it up a bit with all sorts of Web 2.0 nonsense, and so here we are. As I mention on the show, this is very much still in the experimental stages, so any and all feedback is very much appreciated, both in terms of the sound quality and technical aspects, as well as guests you’d like to hear and topics and issues you’d like to be discussed. If things go well, you could be hearing a whole lot more of my deep and manly timbre.

On today’s podcast, our guest is Allen Falkner, who joins us to discuss the upcoming SusCon he’s organizing, Nevada’s current attempt to ban suspension, the six-hour suspension Chris Glunt just performed, and more. (Also, visit him at Fade Fast for all your tattoo removal needs!)

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Music featured:

Capital H – Global Food Shortage
Drive-By Truckers – Where the Devil Don’t Stay
The Gaslight Anthem – The ’59 Sound

Little Lambs Eat Ivy


Last week, we featured Robin‘s own coma suspension, and here we’ve got a set submitted by him of another attendee/suspendee from the same event, Concrete Jungle Tribe‘s Bloody Valentine’s Day in Malmo, Sweden. Another shot, after the jump.

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Six-Hour Suspension


It’s not infrequent that we touch on the subject of how difficult it is to do something in the arena of suspension that’s truly unique, which says more about the popularity of the act than the creativity of the people involved in it, but nonetheless. Well, Chris Glunt (who, we should mention, is very experienced with suspension) recently undertook a suspension that was low on theatrics, but which relied on a rare sort of dedication. On his blog, Allen Falkner writes:

Believe it or not, his goal was not to tie, or even break the record. Although he did, his real goal was to attain a new experience. Prior to hanging he did a week long fast and then deprived himself of sleep for a night. Chris did fall asleep for 45 minutes 3 hours before suspending and really I’m not sure what effect that may have had on his whole experience.

I know one of his goals was to pass out, sleep or possibly leave his normal mental state. Did he accomplish it? By his own account, no. However, I feel that he is still processing the whole experience. As someone that has done both fasting and sleep deprivation experiments, I can honestly say that it takes a bit of time to put it all in perspective. The experiences are exhausting and draining by themselves. Combine a 6+-hour suspension in with that and the mental, physical, emotional and spiritual change can and will take some time to fully comprehend.

A few more shots, after the jump.


Chris Glunt’s Six Hour Suspension [Hooker Life]

I’ve Got the Bones on the Mast


As ubiquitous as some find suspensions these days, one thing that typically stands out to me is, to a person, how calm those suspending always seem, and how peaceful the process always comes across as being — with the one exception being coma suspensions. Which isn’t a knock on them; aesthetically, coma suspensions are some of my favorites, but they just seem inherently more chaotic in photos, don’t they? Either way, I really love this series of Robin suspending with the help of Concrete Jungle Tribe in Malmo, Sweden. More shots, after the jump.

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The Hipbones That Launched a Thousand Ships


And here we have Neek, hands tied behind his head and about to be cast off Mt. Olympus by the gods, for the grave transgression of, um, washboard abs, mostly. Hera wanted to keep him around because she so fancied the fine stippling work being done by Alice Newstead in his armpits, but was sadly outvoted. After the jump, startling video of his earthly punishment, which involves hanging by hooks in his forearms, for eternity. Terrible.