November 26, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving

Though Los Angeles weather begs to differ, the holiday season is indeed upon us. Try not to bitch too much about how much weight you will gain, and don't use the economy as an excuse to make crappy gifts at home (use it to make AWESOME gifts at home).

Fullerton, 2007

Remember, this guy's ancestors defected during the Mexican American war. Batallón de San Patricio for lyfe.

November 21, 2009


And a new (polaroid land) camera. I'm cock of the walk! Enjoy your Saturday, all ye who shun retail work.


downtown, 2009

November 15, 2009


Went to a book launch for a project that Andrew did back in June with Raymond Pettibon and Yoshua Okon. I'm not sure why the book came along so long after the show (the art world operates on it's own calendar, and it's not for the hoi polloi) but it's a pretty little limited-edition thing, and you can email me at if you're interested in purchasing one for $15.

Comes with a poster. Just like Tigerbeat.


November 11, 2009


Some old doodles from Sterling. I'm amazed that this is the kind of stuff he draws on a scrap paper in a coffee shop and gets annoyed when you fold it carefully and put in in your purse.



Not amazed at the drawings, mind you, amazed at his uncouthness.

November 9, 2009

Man oh Man.

I'm getting used to Going Out again. The Blood is the New Black show was great. Lots of beer, cupcakes, and the ratio of "that's so amazing" to "I could do that" was a generous 18:1. I also met the very pleasant Brendan Donnelly, whose blog I have been lurking for many moons.

I'm getting a digital camera this week, so I can start making good on all those promises of street style and/or fashion stuff I may or may not have promised you here. In the meantime, what do you know about my neighbor MELVIN?


Melvin has lived in the neighborhood for over 50 years. He's the perfect neighbor to shoot the shit with -he's knows, for example, that Bruce Lee lived in the apartment directly above ours while filming the Green Hornet in the 60's, and why the house on the corner has been abandoned for years, but left fully furnished (it belonged to a lady named Lupe, which Melvin pronounces "loopy"). Melvin has also been very generous with his coffee-flavored yogurt from Yoplait, which for some reason, his church gives him by the caseload. I will be the first to confess that coffee-flavored yogurt didn't sound too appealing when he first offered, but Melvin has successfully converted me. I will testify to the greatness of this, the most controversial tenet of the gospel of the Yoplait corporation, and fully cleanse myself of doubt.

Melvin and I hope you will do the same.