It’s true that my head’s been elsewhere. Whether it’s between the clouds, in the sand, or lodged firmly up my own ass is yet to be determined. But it’s not all Cure songs and black nail polish [does "black nail polish" even carry any weight these days?] – no, things have been happening. And I kind of like this. Crayyzeh!
- Coilhouse issue 2 is done. Done. Done. And oh my god on fire, oh merciful Darwin’s ghost, oh sweet mama baby, it’s amazing and we have Courtney Riot to thank. Courtney, I’m taking your ass out. We can even go to that hipster nightmare zone you always threaten me with, as long as you don’t make me wear a fucking headband. Where was I? Oh yes. Done!
- I have now painted on a blue denim jacket. I’m not sure what this really means but they are shiny tentacles, and I am proud to announce my participation in the Fist Full of Metal art show at the Hope Gallery. Curated by Joe Capobianco, this show will feature 45 jackets donated by Levi’s and is sure to have one hell of a reception. I wish I could go to the opening, but I just got one of these and, as some of you know I don’t use credit cards which means cash ain’t flowing for a bit. Please, go for me and take pictures? Friday, December 5, 7pm to 817 Chapel st. suite 2F. New Haven CT. 06510. Further directions here.
- I had an interesting time at the Military Fetish exhibit this weekend, and there are even some pictures that I may or may not get to, eventually. It was great to see Chad Michael Ward and Dan Santoni along with tons of stylish attendees. Mostly I’ve been photographing textures and moods and really taking a break from portraits, unless you could some dog photography I did over the weekend.
- Bought 4 canvases while out with Piggy Von Squez yesterday. Was it an act of masochism – knowing full well I probably have no time to paint the canvases will take advantage of my weakened emotional state and slowly drive me mad as they sit gleaming on my dusty easel? Or an act of heroism – I will forsake food and sleep even more than I already am in order to paint until my hands and eyes bleed in unison? Only time will tell.
- Yes, it’s black.
It seems that everywhere I go, the more I see the less I know. Sing it, Michael Franti. Me, I need more coffee, obviously.