Tour.
I hoped on a tour bus to Toronto to check out the second to last Slew show. My Bold broke at the Montreal show before I got on the bus (the night before). Took my Bold apart on the bus at 4 am as the bus rocked back and forth. Myles held the tools. Koala laughed at me. He doubted. It was a successful dismantling. I blasted the compressed air and cleaned out all the crap. Then I took the track ball and dunked it in rubbing alcohol for three minutes. I don’t know why three minutes. Then I re-assembled the machine. It turned on. It works. Like new. I was off warranty it didn’t really matter. So I rolled the dice. We arrived in Toronto at 10 am. I got a cab with my boy Prep Love. We went to the Sam James Coffee Bar. Coffee was excellent. It was a good way to start the day. I wish I could be a barista. P had a new school yo-yo. He kept doing tricks. The yo-yo had a bearing so it would never stop spinning it was in a constant “sleeping” state. I kept telling P that he was cheating. He kept saying “nah nah peep game” then he would show me a new trick. He had an impressive back catalog of tricks. I kept making reference to the Smothers brothers. I wondered what they would think. I’m not sold on the bearing.That yo-yo is like the Serato of yo-yo’s. I took shots of Prep Love working it at soundcheck (see above).
Sometimes.
Sometimes is a new project. It’s an excuse to make things and help others make things. A few people are working on it with me. It isn’t really anything formal. It stems for the most part from dialogue. Exchange. I like it when people talk about things and then actually follow through and make it. No attitudes. No corporate red tape. DIY. Punk. There is a website coming. I’m stoked on it. It’s gonna be web store/gallery hybrid. The folks at Alena are going to sell their goods on the site. I’m going to sell books Conor and I make on it as well. In addition to that were going to sell one of one goods and stuff we just made to have fun. Novestudio designed a series of T-Shirts for the Launch of the site. Dylan Adair did a John Hughes tribute to launch the site as well. Dan Pellisier is gonna sell his zine on the site. Fun. No bullshit. Just fun. DIY plus fun.
In the photo above we see a laser etched 9 oz. hi ball glass Dylan has made to launch the project. It’s a whisky glass. It’s great for that morning espresso & warm frothy milk combo I like. Dylan has been a big part of the project to date. The idea to do this actually came to me one night when he had me over to eat with his family. Dylan made a lasagna from scratch. He made the pasta live. It was like a nine hour meal. Epic. We came up with a lot of the ideas for some of those Brakeless T-shirts at that meal. Those Brakeless T’s were kind of like our first Sometimes project.
Bubble gum.
I took these shots a few summers ago. It was supposed to go in my “photographs inspired by the rap music that once inspired me” exhibit. I took the shots out last second and put shots of my favorite plus size model in instead. I was going to have a sequence of gum being blown into a bubble, and a self portrait of my erect penis on the opposite wall. Get it? “All I got for chicks”? Clever. Not so clever. Bad idea. I didn’t shoot Vice in the late nineties/early two thousands, and I didn’t migrate to the L.E.S. in 2001.So anyway before I decided it was a bad idea I shot the bubble gum part. My friend Kelly blows great bubbles. I enlisted her for the job. She was down to ride. Kelly’s huge in Quebec. She was a sought after music journalist in her early twenties. I always thought she should be on the television. She went on to start a t-shirt line with a guy named Jeremy. Her business flourished in the Hypbeast era. She’s was and continues to be a buyer for a store called Off The hook. They are celebrating ten years in business this year. That’s big. In Kelly’s spare time she enjoys boxing. I haven’t checked in with her in a minute but she used to really enjoy it. I think her big combo was Jab, jab, straight, left H, right H and it’s bed time. I secretly always hoped a girl would step to her in a club so I could watch her put in work.
Dust Commander.
The Slew tour just finished. The album translated real good live. The album was made by Dynamite D and Kid Koala (download the record free here). I shot some photos at the Toronto and Montréal shows. Did some video stuff too but more on that later. To re-make the record live Koala got long time collaborator P-love to back him up on turntables. Then he went and got Myles Heskett and Chris Ross to be in the band. Myles plays the drums. Chris plays keys and bass. They used to be in that band Wolfmother. I really like that first Wolfmother record. So basically how it worked Myles and Chris took care of drums, tambourines, bass, and keys. Koala and P-Love played the turntables. That means all Guitar, harmonica, and vocals where coming from turntables. I just dumbed it down. Perfect. Now when you see the live video you can pretend to understand 70 percent of what’s going on. The record was made over the course of four years (read about it here). Mario C mixed it. Howie Weinberg mastered it. The record is loud. Like Check Your Head loud or like PE loud. I like that. From what I understand a double vinyl of the record is available.
Writers.
Exhibit coming up.
It’s at 5259 Parc avenue in Montréal.
The opening is October 16th and it’s on til December 1.Should be a bit of a party on the 15th.
On display three of my favorite people: Shok, Stack, and Zek. Shok did the All-City throw up on my book cover. I bought him his first drink when he turned 18. I don’t want a little brother but if I had to have one it would be that guy. Stack is the only other guy I know who repeatedly traveled to New York as a tween to get all that rap shit. Later on in life he did a piece for my first photo exhibit. Zek has a sweet throw up. I like him a lot except that time he got banged up drunk and decided to take tags on a busy street in front of where my car was parked right before I drove him home. That was a bit sketch. Memory lane. Ohh yeah there’s a fourth guy in the show. Dfek. I have yet to make his acquaintance but if they co-sign him he should be cool.
Speak softly love.
Square lake. Twenty eight years ago I was four and a half. A few days with the grandparents at the summer house. My grandmother was gardening by the road. My grandfather was tending to the greens by the lake. I was running around my grandfather trying to fly a promo paper kite. It said Kodak on it. I couldn’t get it off the ground. I was out of breath when he fell down. I watched him collapse. I didn’t know what was going on. I stood there confused with my broken promo welfare kite. Then I ran up the hill to see my grandmother. She asked me what we wanted for supper. I told her that my grandfather was sleeping in the grass. She came down the hill. She lost it. It was too late. I don’t remember what happened next. Months passed. She went to Florida with friends. She came home. She picked me up from school. She got me a Mickey Mouse crew neck it was a pastel blue. We were going to be photographed at Sears. I insisted she let me wear the new sweater. That frame still hangs in her room. When I see it I think back to that August. I rarely see it. This week I was in a store and I saw a hoody with the same graphic. I almost puked. I puke a lot but this time it was different. I felt like I got punched in the gut. I bought it. Cue up that Nino Rota record for me.
From Russia with love.
Went to Moscow to shoot photographs a few weeks ago. I mostly wrote and slept . The architecture was imposing. Buildings were the size of city blocks in the western world. The breakfast buffet at the Marriott was incredible. They had a omelette bar. Delicious. The local dishes were superb. I especially liked the bowl of meat dumplings in a broth. They had a wonton like quality. Went to Red Square checked out the McDonalds. Forty minute line up. They switched up the condiments and the veggies. It does taste better. Go figure. I pretended it was the 80’s. I tasted the freedom.
People had Phantoms and Maybachs as daily commuters. They were parked on the street and dirty. Utilitarian. All the woman I met were at least 6 feet tall. They all could have played the female lead in a James Bond picture. Most had the super high Fendi heels on. I saw lots of fur. Ninety percent of them were wearing mens watches. Lot’s of platinum Daytona’s some had the Audemars. The Hermes store had a weirdo promotion on. If you bought a scarf they took a photograph of you in a giant Hermes box. Bizarre.
The whole trip was surreal.
Can’t wait to go back.
While you were sleeping.
It’s been a while. I forgot. The advent of twitter has people to0 lazy. I’m not blaming anyone writing a spontaneous sentence is way more rewarding in the present than posting on a website.
So lots of stuff happening these days. Did a line of t-shirts with D. Adair for a bike shop called Brakeless. Then I decided to turn SecondHandProjects into a real publishing house (four books out this fall). Then I started a company called Sometimes. Sometimes is an excuse to make stuff, help people make stuff, help people distribute stuff, and sometimes help them sell it. Then I decided to make a book about Jean. It’s a studio portrait. I photographed him for a week painting at his attelier. Then I did a super indepth interview with him. I might write an essay on his work. The Jean book is the first of what I hope will be a series of books called Questioned & Photographed. Expect it to also have a back catalog of his paintings in it. Can you say Pop Surealism? What’s up Theo. What’s up Maple. I saw the final-final cut of The Slew music video I shot it looks cool. I made it on that fisher price video camera that shoots on audio tape. I was skeptical before we shot but it worked out. I was thinking about Tokyo last night. Lots of buildings (see above). I felt lost when I was there but I had a translator so it was all good. Still looking for girls to photograph. UK Vogue is on line one. It’s time for a bit of change. Ohh yeah new photo website up probably this week. Conor built it. He did a great job. He was waiting for Madden 10 to drop. He got bored and built me a photo portfolio. Conor builds ramps. He like to say he parties. Conor is also designing the new books. All of them. We’re making books together. Sara is making books with us too. So is Erin.
A New York story.
Sometime in 2002 I met up with Dave in Brooklyn. We met at like 1 in the morning at a school yard by his house. I was interviewing him about his relationship with street bombing in the late 80’s and early 90’s. He brought his dog with him. They played fetch. We talked for like 4 hours. I ran out of tape. He was well versed in all things New York but had a really interesting take on what it was like growing up in a city that was out of control. David made a book last year called Mascots and Mugs. It’s a look back at the subways. There’s a photo in the book of when “…he wrote WAR on Fat Albert” I almost died when I saw that. So Anyways I hope David makes a film about 80’s BK soon.
Pray for me.
I didn’t wear the uniform today. I switched it up. The photographer/poet at the coffee spot noticed. Got called on it. Put me on blast. I hate when I’m on blast at the coffee spot. It didn’t rain but the sky felt low. I felt a weight from above. The coffee wouldn’t even stay down. I was on the way to the studio. I never got there. The coffee was enough. Got back in the car and I called it a day. Damage was done. I had a three hour nap. It’s the equivalent to shutting a computer down. Got up. Checked email. Damage controled. Returned calls. Called Jeremy we met up and talked skate. I got excited about Alena. I was missing her. So things are looking up.
Above: Found that snapshot in a box under the bed. It reminds me of the Guy Ritchie movie. Guy Ritchie bonus beat. You see this? I wanna play here.
BlockLockDown.
Got an email from Dan Bergeron a few days ago. He had a show with Gabe last Fall in Toronto. You know Gabe. Specter. Kop. Spect. You remember that one? The throw up style character? The owl/fish. I liked it a lot. Moron did the Pig next to it sometimes. Spect. Before your time I guess. Anyhow there is a book and it’s getting launched. It’s shots from the show from last Fall. They took a warehouse space and it turned it into a street scene. A Toronto street scene. Like a timecapsule but with different branding. So it’s like Degrassi meets, what Espo and SP and those guys did to Coney Island a few years ago but in a controlled environment. Like they built a city. It was really well done. One question. So if the art isn’t done on the street is it still street art? I’ll let the folks on the internet fight about that one. Get a copy of the book for the archives. I want one. Love it.
I like the idea of markers filled with black leather dye lately. Sign painting is a lost art. Sometimes I get nostalgic. Sometimes I miss watching people try to re-invent the alphabet.
Yeah what he said.
A letter from Frankfurt.
above: Prep Love circa 2002.
Quote of the day:
“Publishing used to be a business of leisured gentlemen happy to make a 3-5 percent profit. They came from money and often didn’t need much more of it, especially the sort that might be gained through the selling of things. What they did instead is turn there parents’ capital into cultural capital. Then media consolidation arrived, and by the 1990’s almost every big publisher was owned by a conglomerate. “ and that’s when I puked in my mouth. It was paragraph 2, March, Harpers, The Last Book Party, Gideon Lewis-Kraws. Nothing we didn’t already know. Just wasn’t in the mood to see it in print.
Hana, Kenza, Mira, Charlotte they form like Voltron but for the girls. Marcus would probably say “she match my fly”. The internet said that Marcus is Kanye’s ghost blogger. The internet was wrong. I heard Kanye likes OC Word Life as much as I do. I knew a DJ named Biskit once. His scratches were unique I liked his phrasing very much. He sounded a bit like a bird. I knew a Dj named P-Love once. Sometimes when he scratched he would zone out and it sounded real unique. Me and P would race around the Europes photographing not available in North America, European hatchbacks. If I ever caught cold he made me tea. We bought shoes together. He made me buy jeans that fit. We shared laughs. He married one of my closest friends from high school. He moved her back to New York. P had perfect pitch and he played the trumpet. He did tour support (DJ’ed) for most of the Ninja Tune roster for years. They should have given him a deal then. How do they sleep at night? Maybe it’s easier now cause the industry is getting flushed down the toilet but back then the grass was green. and I’m back to barfing in my mouth. Again.
Problem Child.
Above: Twelve.The Cactus revisited.
The internet is a very big place sometimes you miss stuff. If you’re lucky you have a Cibola in your life and he put me on to the following. It’s a little known fact but I can recite 98% of rap records made between 1989 and 1993. I drop down to to like 82% percent of the records produced between 94 and 03. Anyways thanks Cheebs you made me feel twelve again. I miss the two channel scratchmaster with the 6 seconds of sampling time. You mean you looped it you looped it?
When I was back home.
Above: Summer in the city.
The sun was out Saturday. Had brunch on the sidewalk. Pass the oysters. The espresso is good too. Never thought it would be like this here. I hit my first in the park home run at t-ball less than 50 yards from here. I usually come home to boiled potatoes, pigs feet, and big bottles of 50. I grew up like 3-4 blocks away. It’s bright out. Skateboards are flying into rental cars and the people inside are fixing trucks. The guys at the hardware store wouldn’t do it. This is good. I was homesick but I like my worlds colliding.
Rainy days.
Above: My second favorite plus size model + Bubba + Goose + a little Harlem shake.
I Ceasar Milan a bitch. That’s the quote day. Hypnotize. It was nice out. Sunny. He claimed she was Red devil/Corvino. Wow. Then he talked that “old family” business. I smiled half listening I thought about all the neighborhoods. All the puppy mills and all the lies they tell each other. Somebody has to have some Dibo blood around here somewhere. He called Marcy a black nose. I thought black nose? WTF? Thirty pounds and British and yes his nose is black. I’m lost. So the bitch growled low. I was taking her space. She tried to bite me. Lets dance. I got Ceasar like. Eye contact. Squared shoulders. I like her more than him. He hit her before I got a chance to hang with her. She never got to understand the spaces between friends. If he does it again I’m going to jail this afternoon. I don’t like it here. We were trying to dialogue. He was interupting our courtship.
Juergen Teller. I want this or the one in the diner with the burger and the writer/director or one of the ones with the girl director the ad. I like him.
Dear Summer.
Above: My favorite plus size model getting the Friday afternoon line-up (summer 2008).
Throwback rap verse of the month: Young Chris Never take me alive (he raps third).
Street corners. Loitering. Stoops. Parks. Hoop dreams. Cyphers. Nike receiver gloves. Dice. Dominoes. Street legends. Hopping turnstyles. Chipping in on a big juice at the corner store. White T’s. Uptowns. Sip sacks.
I guess I need a Delorean.
In the mean time I guess we have Never Die. Almost brings that summer feeling back right?
Eastbound and Down.
So Kenny Powers channeled me in that library scene Sunday (that was episode 5). Bit much. Donruss is in for spring. The collection keeps getting stronger as does the website. Now lets watch them flood streets. Saw the new issue of the Society Suckers zine (issue 4). I contributed some images as did Peter Beste. I really like the immediacy of the medium. There is not enough DIY going around and there is not enough supporting of DIY going around. Get a hold of Dan over at the website he will know where you can get one. This guy put pictures of the zine on his website (get to scrolling).
I’m looking for models for photo projects soon. Reach me here.
Old news.
Nah Right/Jadakiss video editorial.
“The desert’s for starting over.”
Texas forever.
The phone rang early. It wasn’t real early my sleep pattern is just out of wack. It would be great if I was say producing garments in Asia but I’m not. So the phone rang. I picked up. We exchanged pleasantries and he hit me with it “Bro, I thought about this long and hard and I would kill my mother for a Superbowl ring. I would have to play atleast one series in the game but like one series at outside linebacker in exchange for my mothers life.” I wiped the cold from my eye and responded “one series? You lost your mind”. “She would want it for me. The deal is she gets to watch it and then I kill her she dies happy.” So I come back with “but what if you can’t drug her and let her go quiet?”. “Let me think about that”. The phone goes dead. I lay back down. The phone rings again “I thought about it she would want it for me. I’d kill her any which way”. I hang up and think to myself I got dirt on you doggy.
What’s this?
Big weekend coming up. I’m shaving my head, throwing on a Bird jersey and hitting the streets sunday morning* for old times. I can already hear the bag pipes. Can’t wait to see all the gentlemen out with the sweet neck tattoo’s.
* notice at 2min’s 46 seconds of the video. Is that your boy on the bag pipes (pause) doing it big at 12 yrs old? Pass the Guiness.
Live on live long.
Lord Willin’ did for the Clipse what The War Report did for Capone-N-Noreaga. Capone shot up the Juice movie premier in New York. He met Noreaga at the Collins correctional facility in 1992. How many ways did the white man fail Mike Tyson? Reflect on that. Boyhood heroes falling from the sky. You ever want something so bad you didn’t want anyone else to have it? My whole team feels like that. In other news how can you be on TV fronting with beat up Timbs? That worn out heel hurts me to my heart. I would’nt be mad if the wolves caught you slipping at the barber shop . Who sells this besides Museums? Did you see this? Makes me wanna do this again but on steroids and with speeds. Don’t trust any human a dog doesn’t like. Movie of the week. Movie of last week. That’s all for now.
Predator and prey.
The phone rang twice today. Call One: word is you can buy whole neighborhoods in both Florida and in California. Banks are selling them for pretty cheap. Like no neighbors. The middle class was an illusion and now that illusion is getting flushed down the toilet. Call Two: taught us that cornerbacks hunt, while linebackers, and defensive linemen pursue. It’s like the corner is staying low, he’s in the tall grass, he stays quiet, he lurks, kind of like a big game cat waiting to pounce. When Deion Sanders was at the NFL rookie combine he allegedly ran a 4.21 40 yard dash. Heard he ran a 4.5 40 backwards. There’s a fine line between fact and fiction. Stringer Bell is British (mind blowing).
photo above: a breakfast nook.
Lord Willin’.
Endive and pear salad. The pear is sweet the endive is bitter. Every bite should have a bit of both. Its like that Turtles song but in your mouth(Pause). If I was Japanese and a selector my stage name would be the Unadon, or the Unagi Don. Pass that sweet donburi bowl. So one time I was in a small village near mount Fuji with no translator. I walked into an empty sushi spot with my friend Eric. No one spoke a lick of english in the place and it was just before closing time. The spot had three tables for two, and a four foot counter with two benches. We stood at the door. The Chef waved us in. He was alone. We sat at the benches in front of the chef. All either of us knew how to say was “Omakase”(word to the Automator). The chef smiled and fed us. One time in Paris I walked into a small bistro during some sort of lefty communist meeting. The place was packed and smokey. Standing room only. I managed to find a small nook with a chair. A makeshift table for one. I ordered a steak tartare and a glass of red. It felt like the war time Europe. The man speaking had a microphone, the place held maybe 50 people (we were 70 for sure). Someone gave me literature. It was loud. The wine was delicious. Time stood still. I remember reading the communist rhetoric and mumbling to myself ” I wish I had the capital to invest into a sweet hedge fund”.
Quote of the day:
“The three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless.”
HomeAlone.
Been home working on the art of pan frying steak. I keep getting phone calls about Joaquin Phoenix on Letterman. All the phone calls end the same everybody suspects that its an Andy Kaufman’esque stunt. I have no comment. Miss info has a video of Juelz showing us all of his jewelry. It wasn’t stolen and when he stops wearing it he keeps it. He had that giant diamond “A” piece. I forgot about that one. It’s the best. Just a bit better than Rae flexing the white gold turantula. Jean jackets and khakis next summer and Beatles era suits but with Gucci pencil pants. That Chocolat de Chloe place on Duluth doesn’t mess around. The milk chocolate with the fleur de sel is a beast. That fuji mini polaroid business is cool. Look at the image above it was a test. I have spreads in the new Society Suckers magazine. I’m scared of Charles Manson.
Brando: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.
1985.
2000.
On and/or Beyond.
Vincent has a new website. Vincent started taking photographs last year. He’s working hard. Photographing lots. Today he caught me and Marcy resting. How does he get the colors like that? The tension on the leash is nil yet the dogs eye looks like he is being stangled. I think Vincent is into the black arts.
Society Suckers/Final Word/Random.
Society Suckers is a Zine out of Montréal. Three issues to date. Super nice. More info on the website.
Hardcore outfit Final Word is doing a show on the 30th of this month in Montréal. They haven’t played live in almost two years. Should be good. People like them a lot. Sometimes I get together with the band to play rock band on the x-box so it doesn’t really feel like two years to me.
Private Press.
As promised. Fresh from E-Son studio’s. Jealous Guy 7″ b/w a different vocal take of same song. Put your record on wax/Trust me/Sign your life on the X. Picked up the only copy of me butchering a John Lennon song from the studio today. I’m tone deaf everybody cringes when I sing and yet for some bizarre reason I’m compelled to make another record.
Above the A-side.
Cose.
I shot this picture (below) for my first photo exhibit back in 1998. The exhibit was called Out For Fame. It was about political and signature graffiti in Montréal. In 1997 and 1998 Cose smashed Montréal. He was only around for two years but his impact was felt. He proved that hitting the city’s downtown core with big hits at street level was possible. He was never caught, he eventually got bored of painting and moved on. In my mind the Cose and Saiko tag team was the precurser to HYH avalanche of 1999-02. The negative to this photo is scratched. Negatives. Remember negatives? I’m smiling as I write that.
Ohio.
Above: A photo of Drew installing a mounted five foot photograph I took of Drew and Sarah getting photographed at there wedding. Drew wears earth tones everyday. On his wedding day he switched it up with some seersucker. Just incase you’re keeping score this is a photo of a photo of people being photographed.
Went to Ohio last week, it was a last minute thing. Drew and Sarah are expecting a baby any day now. I wanted to check out the house they built together before the chaos of the baby arriving. Who needs an “Uncle Buck” type of guy on there couch when they have a new born? Nobody. Nobody really likes that guy on the couch watching your TV and eating your food. That guy is a nuissance. So yeah last minute flight to Kentucky and Drew picks me up at the airport. We drive to a spot called Skyline its a diner/fast food spot. They make this dish called the 3-Way it has spaghetti noodles topped with Chili and lots of cheddar(maybe its shredded yellow americain cheese). They also serve you hotdogs with the same cheese and Chili. It’s a regional thing like poutine in Quebec. Then we drive to Drew and Sarah’s. They spent the last two years turning an old brake shop into a home. Read about that here. So the house is warm and functional and super well thought out. I didn’t think it was possible to live in a work of art. I have this beauty versus function hang up. Anyhow it’s an incredible space.
The rest of the week was spent discovering Cincinnati. I’m in love with the downtown core. I wish I had the balls to move there and build. Cincinnati or maybe Detroit. They both have good buildings. Other trip highlights: breaking into a coffee shop to test the espresso machine and going to Tuckers for shrimp and grits
ToqueNouveau.
It’s no secret that I’m two things in life; a failed filmmaker, and a failed musician. A few weeks ago my boy Eric put a band together for me. The bands called Toque Nouveau. He called me and told me to meet him at the E-Son studio. I got there and he was like ” you ready?”. We recorded a cover of Jealous Guy one of my favorite John Lennon songs. Ryhna was on piano. Vid played Guitar and engineered. Shane played bass. Krista was on on this weird electric harp thing and she did back ups, Cori and Ryhna also did back ups. Eric hooked up the drums and did turntable parts. I was on the mic. The same mic Thom Yorke uses in that video I like. The record is getting cut to 10 inch ( one copy, no Mp3). Pat Hamou is doing the album art. I can’t sing.
Above: I was looking very Jim Jones. Coincidence.
In failed filmaker news: I saw the rough cut of that Slew music video I shot last fall. It’s kind of dope. If I had to describe it I would say it’s 99 problems, meets a bullshit mic thats made out of plastic, meets an old Alice in Chains video. I’m a monster.
Labourdette.
Went by Jean Labourdette’s atelier on Monday he just got back from Art Basel. He has like three big shows in the upcoming year. He’s gonna be a problem. So anyways we went to this Bistro i really like. They had a really dope portrait of Claude Blanchard on the wall (God bless the dead). We had steaks. He brought Wifey she made me some delicious baked goods for my born day. Then we went back to his studio and he gave me a painting he made seven years ago. It’s a triptyque. It’s a self portrait. He painted it when we first met. Recently hes been painting me. He gave me a painting of himself. I didn’t know what to say. So I shot him.
Above: The photo I took in the studio that day. It’s called “True Love Waits”. I took the shot and then I had Conor writes lines. Like in elementary school. It’s our first real collabo. It’s gonna be nice when you see it big. the pencil is messy. Can you say scan and multiply? Shit’s real. ok. Bye for now (apple Q).
(b)Alena
Some time ago Jeremy Bresnen had a skate shop. It wasn’t really a shop in my mind. I mean in the physical it was a shop, but it was really more of a philosophy. It brought people together. Good people. The kind of people you want to work with. So anyways long story short the shop died, and Jeremy went off and did huge design things. And we were all really sad, I mean we were happy for him, but sad the clubhouse was gone (We as a people somewhat selfish). Anyhow the store was gone but the idea or the philosophy didn’t die. Jeremy relaunched his Alena website earlier this year. Looks good. He also produced some goods. The goods look good. All of this makes me happy.
In the picture above we see Jeremy modeling one of the new Alena T-shirts. In his hands we see the Ancestor deck. The decks are made by hand. His hands. He is holding number one of twenty. I like that.
The kid up in the green Land.
I once had a blog called “The kid up in the green Land” this is the 2009 version of said site. Welcome. The old blog was a free for all. Expect more of the same. Thanks for checking in. I appreciate it.
In other news: check this website out, and then check this one out.
Above: a shot of “Mr. Maybe Someday“. I caught him in the park slippin. He was on a bench. He was sipping on a macchiato. He was leafing through a copy of Fantastic Man. He had a copy of Ego Trip magazine on the bench next to him.
Above: Illustration I like from that other website I told you to visit.