The art of huh? For the curious, the creatively playful, and the mildly panicked.

Neon Vandal rose from the warm, glitchy ashes of Lost At E Minor, the slightly unhinged culture blog that spent a decade unearthing gold in the places the mainstream ignored. This is its next incarnation: leaner, louder, and no longer interested in playing nice. We’re here for the stuff that makes your brain fizz, whether it’s inked on skin, looped through a cassette, or duct-taped to the wall of a gallery no one can find twice. We spotlight emerging talent and cult legends side-by-side, so long as they’re still evolving, still getting weird, still making work that startles, seduces, or completely derails you. We like art that doesn’t apologise. Music made on malfunctioning machines. Tattoo lines that hum like synths. This isn’t about trends; it’s about taste. And if it pushes boundaries or politely sets them on fire, chances are, you’ll find it here. Back in the day, Lost At E Minor was dubbed a “Lovemark” by global Saatchi & Saatchi chief Kevin Roberts. Not because we chased hype, but because we found talent buried in the cracks, even when the pavement was cemented over. That same ethos drives Neon Vandal. We’re not here to curate consensus. We’re here to fan the flames of whatever’s next. Welcome to Neon Vandal. Mind the static.

Image above and logo by James Jirat Patradoon