I went and saw Death play at the Music Hall of Williamsburg last week. I got there in the middle of Cerebral Ballzy’s set and Honor made combo-face at me.
This guy got realllllly close to me in the pit.
The circle pit was pretty decent.
Then Honor got up on a post and people took pictures of him.
I met this guy named Skunk who had tattooed this drawing I’d done for Ballzy on his arm. He was like,”Oh, I thought the Black Flag artist drew this.” I think a lot of people assume that even though Raymond Pettibon and I don’t really draw all that similarly once you get past the part where we both use black lines.
This is the main dude of Death. For a band playing songs they’d recorded in the seventies they were pretty tight.
There were a ton of attractive folks hanging around.
This lady was hosting. Her butt was insaaaaaane. I wanted to bite on it.
Pile up.
Honor hugged people goodbye.
This little lady is Luna. She was friends with a girl with a GG Allin patch on her pants which is always a sign of good dukedom. They mentioned they were in a band called Poppin’. I asked,”Like your lipgloss?” and they answered,”No, like our pussies!” Can’t get them out of my mind.
It was getting late so this guy hitched a ride back to Jamaica. Anyway, it was all a good time. Go see Death if you get the chance. Nick Gazin out!
I don’t know about you but I always felt museums attracted a particular class of “babe.” Not counting just the generic midwetsern tourists of course. Museum babes tend to be cute and aloof, stylish and usually nerdy in all in a good way.
Xavier Aaronson agrees which is why he started Babes at the Museum, a site dedicated to documenting, well, babes at the museum.
Babes At The Museum celebrates the love for camouflaged looks and discreet flair that navigate through the world’s most exquisite museums. Literal and conceptual, BATM is street fashion with a twist and some amusing parameters to work within (ie. hours of operation, sober settings, photophobic guards…)
Why? Art boosts beauty and beauties are drawn to art. Problem is, too many babes at museums fail to be properly noticed when the art exhibition becomes the main attraction. This blog aims to feature those babes that show up not always come dressed to impress, let alone, be photographed.
It kind of reminds me of Nick Gazin’s creepy Photos of Girls blog which my girlfriend appears too often on :/ Anyway, add the site to your bookmarks for some daily eye candy and be sure to hit up the BATM that will take place at Glasslands Gallery on Thursday, November 3rd featuring Zambri, Brahms, Hooray For Earth, and Autre Ne Veut.
Make any room into a party with your T&B 5 year wallpaper!
Happy Bassday!
Healeymade’s Count Duckula, be very afraid!
The Overthrow predicts alot of bass in your future!
oh hey sexy Bushmills lady, you makin’ me thirsty!
Kudos to the T&B gang for putting together a multi-faceted multimedia art show to celebrate 5 years of blood sweat and tears. Congrats as well to all the artists for their interpretation of the iconic T&B logo. The crew went over and above creating limited edition watches, tarot cards, toys, charms and prints which you will find for sale for the next 6 weeks at 350 Broadway and on our online shop.
Luckily we did not have to mop the floor with any bodies due to the gracious allotment of Bushmills on premise and everyone had fun to the tunes of the special T&B 5 year megamix spanning from old school grime to their most recent label hits and remixes. For more coverage of the night check out the gallery over at HiFi Cartel.
Are you the coolest kid in you high school’s graduating class? Do you ever find yourself wondering which college or university will really get you? Well, those consummate tastemakers over at the Huffington Post have come through in clutch once again, as they’ve just issued their annual list of The Most Hipster Colleges in the country. If you checked out the list back in 2010, you may be surprised to find that there have been some major shake-up’s in the line-up this time around.
2011 finds Iowa’s Grinnell College breaking into the starting hip rotation, as it apparently has taken on an aire of “pre-cool (or maybe post-cool) irony, like mom jeans, giant teddy bear sweaters and aviator glasses.” Obviously, this list was complied with its tongue placed firmly in its cheek, but it still made me gag a couple of times. At any rate, these college’s inclusion on the Huffington Post’s list should send up a red flag, signaling schools that you should perhaps skip sending an application to. The mere face that Grinnell is even included on this thing, immediately excludes it from any conversation dealing with genuinely hip colleges. The only New York school to make the list was The Parsons New School of Design. Take that RISD!
Next year, I plan on starting up a college of my very own, in hopes that it will someday make the cut of this pretigious list. I envision our mascot being a pet rock with googley eyes glued onto it, and our quad taking the shape of Albert Hammond Jr’s afro. Of course, the dining hall will exclusively serve hummus. I’m currently taking suggestions concerning what the school’s fight song should be, but I’m tentatively leaning toward a tune done by the Pitchfork BNM’d group Sleigh Bells.
The Deepsession crew is at it again. What better way to close down the season than with a Chromeo DJ set! The Canadian movers and shakers have decided to pop their Italian performace cherry, as they embark to Europe to for this extravaganza! If you happen to find yourself in the business of feeling good, then Chromeo’s latest LP,Business Casual, will provide the perfect soundtrack for some blissed-out summer days, as well as a fair amount of wild nights. Check out this video for “Night By Night”, and I think you’ll know what I’m talking about.
We recently posted about the crew’s new imprint, Deepsession Records, and how they’ve been busy lining up a variety of killer releases. It seems that all their acts share a common love for outer space, and of course, a knack for bumping tunes that will move your body until the sun comes up. Next out of the gate is a release from newcomer Ayarcana, who will be presenting us with a series of futuristic bass sounds and disco-influenced grooves that are just bound to satiate our funkiest desires. Here is his Deepsession Radio #28 session, click play and get ready to blast off!
Sunday July 10th, 10pm PURE CLUB Viale della Civiltà del Lavoro 78
Roma, Italy
8€ to Enter
Check it out. I was interviewed by these Floridians for Neon Forest. You can read it on over here. We chatted about, oh, everything. Who am I really? Am I the guy you think you know? Am I the guy in this interview? You’ll never know and the harder you try to guess the more I will slip away. I am a mysterious goon with a buncha layers, like an angry onion. Try to get to know me!
The interview’s okay, just their attempt to help move this limited run of shirts I drew for them. Only Twenty-four were printed though.
I’m not exactly sure what the big deal about American Apparel is or has been for the past however-many-years they’ve been selling midgrade textiles, backed by the sales gimmicks of organic cottons and risque cuts, to hives of hungry hungry hipsters. In their prime, having quickly fleeted seeing as how the company now faces bankruptcy in a vicious cycle of loans and debts, AA developed a reputation for being the cool corporation on the block, turning a blind eye to in-store theft in keeping with a “different from the others” sort of esteem. What baffles me even more than their astronomical cult following is that some trendhopper’s shallow memoirs about stealing from the manufacturer has been published and is now being adapted to film.
Occasional Vice Magazine contributer, Tao Lin, his brand of pseudo-journalism channeled through Brett Easton Ellis, wrote, in 2009, a self-satisfying novella entitled Shoplifting From American Apparel. The book is an account of his experiences pilfering clothing from the retail chain and flipping it on eBay for a profit. A spokesman for all the bored New York hipsters living off their inheritance, Tao’s intentionally understated tale plays to readers pretentious and self-deluding enough to “get it.” It’s total masturbatory fluff played off as intellectual existentialism, so in other words the great American hipster novel errr novella. The novel was even sold in Urban Outfitters for a time, in an ironic marketing move.
So why am I raging now on a book that came and went eons ago? Well cause it’s being turned into a movie and the trailer is terribly awesome! Now entering pre-production, the film (or at least it’s trailer) promises to be a thick-framed, flannel-wrapped descent into a pit of independent cinema called Mumblecore. This subgenre defined by such dry and tiresome productions like The Puffy Chair or Humpday, is both egotistical and farcical. Not only is Shoplifting from American Apparel evocative of mumblecore but also calls forth images of Charlotte Yi’s dried ejaculate of an indie flick, Paper Heart, in that it feels the need to weave in minor relationship conflicts.
The director, Pirooz Kalayeh, can throw around whatever labels he wants, a satire, a mockumentary, a faux blahblahblah, it’s all just an excuse to sell audiences on the idea of a group of fashion-conscious, affluent, self-aware individuals too radical for the world’s conventions. The team continues to seek potential investors, basically any artschool dropouts that became doctors or lawyers with enough money to dump into what proves to be a cutesy, quirky flop. Each backer receives a stupid talking tree toy because no smugly progressive project would be complete without aligning itself with the environmentalist and “go green” movement.
Special thanks to all the suckers that gave this guy enough money to profit from his first book Eeeee eee eeee, the sound a dolphin makes when you fuck it’s blowhole, enabling him to continue writing and eventually build enough self-esteem to pitch it as a movie, set to be released sometime in 2012. I’m banking on the world ending before this movie sees the light of day.
On second thought? Watching the trailer over and over, this may just be a “must see” trainwreck, so please someone, anyone get them to their goal, so we can all have a few chuckles over it.
The Chinese hipster, an elusive breed of Asiatic settler that exists clothed in irony, in the truest sense of the word, usually consists of a solemn-faced Orientals rocking threads that resemble an ensemble you might find on a trendy Williamsburg window-shopper. Immigrant chic is a purported fashion anomaly, occurring all around the world, arisen from the incidental clothing choices of foreigners that leave them looking somewhere in between homeless and bohemian.
Where else better to find a site completely devoted to snapping photos of a bizarre cultural curiosity but tumblr. The aptly titled miniblog Accidental Chinese Hipsters recently began compiling a database of candids shot in different U.S. cities of our far east friends styling in outfits that would deem them “hip” by today’s standards. The key is that the subject or accidental fashionista is unaware of their outfit’s connotations, creating another laughable subculture all their own, both spoofing and contributing to the petty paradox that is hipsterism.
Flooded with photographs of wrinkly elders and fresh-off-the-boat teens wearing snapbacks cocked to the side and skinny jeans, the website is a beautiful tribute to the inadvertent vogue of overseas-born citizens. I can’t wait till we have senior citizens on the subways calling each other hipsters in Chinese. They aren’t trying to be vintage, they are vintage.
Thanks to our own intentional Chinese Hipster Dennis Chow for the link.
Photography is an art form that’s been developing steadily ever since the first camera was created from a jar of chunky peanut butter and a contact lens, by Willoughby F. Camera in 1995. Since that fateful day, there have been differing opinions on what “good” photography is. Some say it’s the beautiful vignettes of nature captured by Ansel Adams. Some say it’s the sensual snapshots of Mario Testino. Some people like all the photos of dicks that Robert Mapplethorpe took.
But if there’s one thing that’s stood the test of time and that everyone can agree on as being meaningful and artistic, it’s blown-out and over saturated photos of rusted bikes and Converse shoes. And when a melodramatic quote is overlaid on one of these, hopefully from something by a singer-songwriter, (ideally in Brush Script MT or Helvetica,) somewhere, a budding Terry Richardson cums his pants.
Now, if you’ve finished the above paragraph and didn’t understand it was in satire, then you’re the type of person that keeps me up until the wee hours of the morning crying single silent tears. We all know break-ups are hard, but no amount of women sitting on swings is going to bring him/her back, sepia-toned or not. However, what does make the world better is a meme that takes these pieces of emotional vomit, and, with well-placed text, makes them entertaining instead of infuriating.
I’ve included some of my favorites, and for more, simply search hipster edit on tumblr or conveniently just click this.
This Friday I’ll be showing off some new art in a show devoted to heads at the Live With Animals gallery in Brooklyn. I don’t know what the deal with the flyer or the show title is but I’m in it. It’ll mostly be about faces I think. I guess that’s a face on the flyer or something? I think it looks like the drawings that appear in the Jurassic Park novel. The show will run until May 8th.
So it’s Friday from 7 to 10pm and at 8pm and will also feature work from Eli Lehrhoff, Ryan Hill, John Henry Kelly, and Thomas Delaney. I will be performing with my band, Fuck School and Hair Jail will also be playing. Be There!
Friday April 22nd, 7-10pm Live With Animals
210 Kent Ave
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
