Мишка faves, Das Racist just did a session over at  Street Carnage Radio. It’s full of weed smoke, inside jokes, YouTube surfing and some chillwave. Also in case you haven’t, check out Victor’s other band Boy Crisis.

So, once again, that is:

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That’s no t-shirt, friend. A bona-fide leather. Just out of frame to the left are Donald Duck and Chip ‘n’ Dale doing some Miami Sound Machine shit with a woman dressed as a slightly dubious chinese prostitute.

Oh, yeah. I guess I should mention, I snapped this doozy while at Tokyo Disneyland last week. It was epic. Did you know that “Light Speeeeeed!” in Japanese is “Light-o Speeeeeeeeeeeed!!!!!”? Well, it is. Again: epic.

Got some more street art photos to share, as well as—hopefully—a rundown of awesome loot I tracked down while there. Until then, hang your head in shame because your leather jacket doesn’t make enough of a statement.

Download Ninjasonik: Strictly 4 My Hipstaz!

We’ve been waiting a minute for this mix, but it’s finally here… Ninjasonik’s Strictly 4 My Hipstaz! The follow-up to the Darth Baño mixtape we dropped with hard partying crew earlier last year. Strictly 4 My Hipstaz is full of new mixes of old classics, unreleased tracks, Ease DaMan and just Ninjasonik’s usual we don’t give a fuck attitude!

And if that ill flip on a classic 2Pac cover didn’t get you salivating just yet check out the tracklist after the break.. This is only the beginning of what Ninjasonik have in store for 2010, so like it or not world, Hipster-Hop is here to stay!

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I don’t write Graffiti. Mainly because I got arrested a lot before I was 21, and I didn’t want to push my luck. I figured there was no reason to poke the bear with the stick. So, I stuck to appreciating it from afar, living it out in my drawing books, and paying close attention to the craft of hand-writing. I’ve got some good friends that write graffiti, so I’ve got a bit of insight into the world, and how it operates. I’ve also watched Style Wars (every time I tell someone I’ watching Style Wars they think I’m saying “Star Wars,” anyone else have that problem?) countless times, so I’ve got a decent idea of where graffiti came from. At my blog I was posting lots of pictures of graffiti over the Summer. Living in New York, it’s hard to not pay attention to it, and with the slightest education on the art–such as mine–it’s pretty easy to develop an appreciation for it. It also doesn’t take much aesthetic bravado to notice a distinct divide in what’s out there.

Photo from BushwickBK

Now, there are many dividing points in the world of graffiti—the easiest one to catch onto is probably toy/real shit—but for this post I’m most concerned with one that musters a decent amount of social and cultural divisiveness. Hipster Graffiti. That dirty moniker that is meant to do one thing only: dismiss the cultural relevance of whatever noun it modifies, in this case graffiti. Graffiti, like every other part of hip hop started out as an art form marked by resourcefulness. Kids painted trains and walls because they weren’t being put up in shiny art school studios, and cultivated by an institution designed to usher them into an adulthood of suitable expression. It was, in one single motion, self-validation and a huge flying fuck you to the larger institution of local government that had removed funding and support for a whole generation of people. Imagine the time before anyone in a suit knew what graffiti was, and as a train pulls into a subway station it is emblazoned top-to-bottom end-to-end with the words “Death.” Picasso’s “Guernica” comes to mind. It was 20th Century art in the purest sense, it was exactly what Cage and Duchamp could only do in the context of galleries, museums, and concert halls. Early graffiti artists found a way to interrupt the quotidian, and inject it with something that left their audiences—and the world at a larger scale—forever changed.

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The last Midnite TIll Death took place in August at Manhattan’s Cakeshop. I hated it and quit dealing with Manhattan because that place sucks. Now it is Brooklyn all the way. Ex Humans rule. Natural Child are good. Bosco Delrey are good. K Holes rule. Yr Friend Matthew is another name that the mysterious Vidiot goes by.

Midnite Till DeathNo. 27
Friday, January 8th 9PM
Don Pedro’s
90 Manhattan Ave
Brooklyn, NY
$6 Cover

Visuals By Yr Friend Matthew
Free Мишка giveaways!

If you annoy me a lot or have tits I’ll probably give you a Мишка hat or shirt or tell you to fuck off.

If you forgot what Midnite TIll Death parties are like then take a look at some of my favorite photos from the last ten or so… more images after the break!

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Looking for some new digs where you can interact with other creative people such as yourself ? Have you always wanted to live in trailer? Well now you can! A few enterprising young minds have moved 6 trailers  into a 6,500 square foot warehouse off the Montrose L train stop.

This spring the organizers of this alternative living space plan on moving the trailers back outside where they will be joined by an additional 20 campers. The trailers will be set up in two rows with a boardwalk running down the middle. Rent for the trailers will be around $590 a month I am guessing the price of rent will fluctuate depending on the size of the trailer?

Those who choose to ditch apartment living for the trailer life will still be able to access to a cornucopia of hipster friendly facilities such as a darkroom,  recording studio, a gym and of course a performance space for that Vivian Girls sure to eventually be played there.

If this is at all enticing to you check out the video above along with this article over on Rented Spaces.

To all of you internet savvy Hipsters I’m sure this is old news but Gawker launched their Hipster of the Decade poll yesterday with 10 contestants vying for this coveted honor.

1) Kari Ferrell: She is the Hipster Grifter. Discovered by Doree and metamorphosed into a star, and then a convict, and now an ex-convict, and still a star.

2) Gavin McInnes: Vice co-founder turned corporate ad man. Non-voter. Fighter. Drug-involved human.

3) Carles of Hipster Runoff: Yea, so, Carles does Hipster Runoff, and maybe some other shit?

4) Paul Sevigny: Beatrice Inn impresario. Brother of Chloe. King of the high class hipster diaspora. Savior of Atlantic City (ha).

5) Dash Snow: Downtown icon. Photographer and semen artist killed by heroin at the tender age of 27. The unintentional Basquiat of a messy subculture.

6) Dov Charney: Pervy American Apparel CEO. Stands squarely at the intersection of hipster and douchebag. Gurl U no U no who he iz.

7) The MisShapes: Leigh Lezark-led black-clad DJ trio. Pied pipers of the Blue States Lose crowd. Asymmetrical.

8) The Williamsburg Hair Man: Once known only by a crude marker drawing, he was later spotted and photographed in a Greenpoint coffee shop. His name is Chris and he seems like a nice guy. Everyone admires his verve.

9) Angel Hess, of the Purple Truck: Became a media darling for his spartan lifestyle based in a purple bread truck in Williamsburg. He was friendly, but the world was too cruel; somebody hijacked his truck, in a faraway land. There’s probably a metaphor somewhere in there.

10) The Concept of the Black Hipster: Hey, isn’t it kind of racist just to list “black hipsters” as an entire concept, rather than as a vague and near-meaningless category composed of actual individuals, many of whom are probably just as mockable as our other contestants here? Yes. Yes it is. Black hipsters are out there, if you look close!

Lets start with Gawker using an image of Telli and Jah Jah from Ninjasonik to exemplify who or what a Black Hipster may be (hahaha). You know, just in case you weren’t sure if they meant Darius Rucker or that dude from Bloc Party.

Second, where’s Mark the Cobra Snake, Steve Aoki, or even Merlin Bronques on the list? Am I missing anyone? Surely they all deserve to be on this list more than the likes of Paul Sevigny, The Hair Man of Williamsburg and Angel Hess, no? The list doesn’t specify NYC Hipster of the Decade (unless I missed that).

Finally Carles of Hipster Runoff… Ughhh I can’t wait ’til that site dies a quiet unnoticed death. It’s not funny, never was funny, and if you need further proof just follow his tweets for some of the lamest attempts at “Haha this is so lame it must be funny” gags. Has most of the population never encountered the internet personality type that is “Carles” aka the human-meme before that this seems funny and novel? These dudes are a dime a dozen and will lord over forums until that fateful when they decided to test their internet popularity in real life. It’s all downhill from there. Now that he’s attached a name with the blog’s popularity it’s only a matter of time before his ego decides it’s time to capitalize on his teh internet fame with some IRL fame. Which is when it’ll be totally failz for my bro-meme. Don’t give him the honer of being Hipster of the decade! Vote for the Hipster Grifter!

Vote for your Hipster of the Decade here! Currently Kari Ferrell is winning (as she should)!

P.S. My goal for this coming decade is to ensure Nick Gazin AKA The Toilet Cobra makes the next list.

I’m DJing the VBS/Vice Magazine Holiday Party this Tuesday. And not only that, but they’ll have a limited run Vice edition of 1800 Tequilla featuring my art on the label! I’ll be spinning before and after the bands. What bands you say? Why Cold Cave and Small Black.

Tuesday, December 15th 10pm-2am
Music Hall of Williamsburg
66 North 6th St.
Brooklyn, NY

You need to RSVP here if you want to get in!

When Ninjasonik and Cerebral Ballzy play together you can pretty much guarantee an amazing fucking party awash in an ocean of hot and fun girls, slamming, drugs, and goofy dancing and decent conversations. The two titans played together on Thursday at Public Assembly and it might have been due to it being Telli’s birthday that things got so over the top and fun but this was the best show I’ve ever been to where those guys played together.

That’s Jahphet and C-los. Jahphet’s in the Death Set and C-Los is real a man-about-town’s man-about-town. He lives in a shanty village on the roof of some warehouse and hosts some of the best parties in Brooklyn under the name Bikes in the Kitchen. Also he’s an exceptional DJ. People love to post photos of DJs twiddling knobs and touching records but he’s actually doing stuff.

This girl on the left is Jen. She has the hair and jacket of a metalhead and the flannel, jeans and suspenders of a sixties skinhead. Man, does Vice ever love to talk up the British skinhead movement. It’s hard not too. Once you get past that whole, “Most skinheads weren’t racist, working class pride, reggae, blah bloo blah” it was a good looking crowd who liked good music and fighting.

This man…I suddenly can’t remember his name…He bartends at Santos and Lit and is always well dressed and has hairspray with him. A lot of bartenders have a drink that they’ve invented or think they’ve invented and it usually turns out tasting like an orange creamsicle. This guy’s secret weapon drink is called Thor’s Anvil or Odin’s Hammer or something like that and it is a unique beverage indeed.

Cerebral Ballzy, for those of you who don’t know, are one of the best things happening in New York, in rock and roll, in music, in chaotic forces RIGHT NOW! They’re a hardcore band who’s sound is more like Minor Threat and Black Flag than Madball or all that corny shit that happened around the time hardcore guys all dressing and acting like Fred Durst. Honor went and got a giant tattoo of one of Lisa Hanwalt’s drawings on his arm. Fred Durst would never get a tattoo of a feminine looking cat in a denim jacket and jeans on his arm. Maybe he would if it looked like a pin-up cat. This is not that kind of thing.

When I ran into Honor he was outside screaming taunts at teamsters. There was some sort of video shoot happening next door and Honor started fucking around. Then some old guy with a ponytail called him a cocksucker and Honor started bellowing some of the harshest and funniest shit I’ve heard a guy say to a guy twice his size. “I’ll take your tape, your cameras and your fucking virginity!”

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Besides being the best professional Hipster anyone could be, Nick Gazin AKA The Toilet Cobra is also one talented artist and not too shabby of a blogger if I do say so! Nick recently wrote and illustrated Vice’s Guide To Gift Givery for Nerds. Among the items Nick recommends is our Mariner Pea Coat. Unfortunately that coat is long sold-out, something I explained to Nick would be the case while he was compiling his list, sigh… But Nick listed it anyway and redrew it being worn by a Ninja Turtle so I’ll let it slide. Here Nick’s glowing recommendation:

If you are in college, then you’re probably really stupid and really wealthy, and as the winter months commence you’re going to get cold as hell. Jack Frost won’t be nipping just at your nose but also your nips. Also he will be gargling your balls and sexually humiliating you in other ways that are cold. Being not bright, you probably forgot to bring a coat with you to college. Every nerdo who thinks they’re different is going to be strolling down to the army surplus and buying the standard pea coat. One up the other collegiate cretins by getting something that won’t disintegrate before you’re done with higher learning. Mishka makes good, good cold-weather garments.

Thanks Nick! He also drew himself chilling on a couch with a stuffed R2D2 wearing a Keep Watch fitted and a Kodiak tee (also one of his paintings). Ever since we welcomed The Toilet Cobra into our lives and family I don’t think he can go five illustrations without someone wearing something of ours or Simon sneaking in there somewhere. I get the sense that it’ll be that way until we’re all in the grave.