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Horsley

"Art is by nature dissident. The artist, like the whore, should be fit for the highest and the lowest society - but never join either." -Sebastian Horsley

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A few random pieces of 2006.

Here are a few 2006 left overs I recently found.

Mymo

Many new Mymo tags around the neighborhood and other parts of Williamsburg.
Mymo is a street artist from Berlin.

Check out more of her work here.

More February Weekdays. Oh, and one Friday.

Lit. Animalania opening. Saw James Iha. Traded my half eaten pizza for a pair of brand new adidas socks. Mixtape are awesome people but I have yet to see them play. Scatting in the street. Danced up a storm and a half.





These are just a few of the stickers I quickly made for the "Going Postal" Sticker show just down the block at Ad Hoc. I regret not taking more pics. Yea, I know they're not postal stickers.

miss u

(Photo Not By Me.)

waiting for roommates...

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Mid- February Weekdays

The temperature went up, so I went out.

sunny day

scratch

MG

"There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable, nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly to keep the channel open. You do not have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than others."

Martha Graham to Agnes de Millein

In the Aquarium

Been hanging at home for a minute now. Drawing more, writing more, downloading more (internetz!!!). I rarely go out unless it's to Potion. The cold has seriously been crippling. Anytime I go out, I walk stiff and quick thinking "It'll be warm when I get there, It'll be warm when I get there." This definitely makes my outings less adventurous and free-form.

Here's another short which originally aired on MTV's Liquid Television when I was about 8. Oddly enough, it sort of reminds me of the way things are now. Constant night. Buildings. Freight elevators. dreamy, sleepy, snowy, foggy states. And weird fish. :)

femvox

For some reason, since I moved from Texas, I have been listening to more female songwriters. Here are the few who have really spent a lot of time in my head phones recently.

Kaki King

The day after I had first heard Kaki King's instrumental work, I was outside of Public Assembly talking to Amber. Nextdoor, I noticed that the headliner for the night was Kaki King. I was immediately excited but didnt have $25. Rumor has it she used to live in 248 McKibbin, which is just down the street. Her insane slap and tap style is something I would love to see in person.

Cat Power

While deep in the fog and rain of Seattle, Morgan played "The Greatest" which had just been released at the time. I remember thinking "I need to DL some of this when I get home". I never did. Almost three years later, Chan Marshall snuck into my head by way of a mix CD. She has a massively epic voice that I sometimes feel carries the more mediocre songs along. ("Cross Bones Style" is seriously a boring song without her voice). The vid above is from the album "You Are Free".

Tegan and Sara

So it was like, August. Justin French was going through a break up and sending out heart break song videos. One of them was an acoustic version of "nineteen". I fell in love. T&S songs are so well structured, so naturally poppy that they're completely addicting. Add their awesome voices on top of that, and you have... well... some tunes that will be stuck in your head for a while. I have yet to hear all of "So Jealous", "If it was You" etc.. so my opinion of them is based purely off of random songs and the whole of "The Con"

I've been sick the past few days. My head hurts.

Serge

translation:
Gainsbourg: “The racketting from the IRS, that’s what I’m going to show you. This is not a metaphor, this is physics. Going to take a 500 franc bill. I’m taxed at 74%, OK? I’m going to tell you what i have left. I know this is illegal, what i’m about to do, but i’ll do it. I don’t give a damn if they lock me up, i’ll be on a diet. OK i’m going to tell you what’s left for me. I’ll stop at 74%. Because this money doesn’t go to the poor, ok, it’s for the nuclear, the…”Journalist: “Do you know that you’re irritating a lot of people by doing this?”Gainsbourg: “Oh please, it’s my money, i don’t give a damn. Here what is left from the 500. That’s what i got left.”

The past few weeks have been a lot of fun, even without heat, hot water or a real bed. There are so many pics that I'm having a hard time deciding which to actually put up. So, instead of laying out what feels like a whole month in one post, I'll just post pictures of the loft on Knickerbocker.
These are all photos I found online.


This photo looks old but the car, the kid's attire and the style of the bike make me think it could have been anytime between 94 and 2008. I like how all of the windows are a different style. I don't know how much I would like that now, but I like it in the picture.

Somewhat the same angle as the first photo, but you get view of the cement place across from us and the huge wall of graf off Knickerbocker and Harrison Place.

I had come across this picture before moving to New York. Little did I know, in a few months I would be living in the building on the left. This was taken from the corner of Knickerbocker and Thames.
So yea, I'm loving the new place and the new neighborhood. I can only imagine what it will be like with heat and in a few months.

So Monday night I got home from my second day of work to the dogs chewing on my beanie and our electricity being shut off. Allegedly there was some sort of mix up with the deadline of past due rent.

I left to Trash bar for their open bar and watched Zane Alan play. He sang some songs about I-10 and Marfa and Divine.
After the show I found he had moved from Texas in April. He was being kicked out of his apartment and looking for a roommate. Drunk as fuck, we talked for a while and exchanged numbers as he ran off in a small crowd of swooning girls. I got back home at about 1am to everyone watching Josh playing Marc Ecko's Getting Up.

Kristen had paid a portion of the money owed and got our lights turned back on. I got ready for bed and one of the dogs puked.

Tuesday night was pretty calm and I was tired from lack of sleep and being hungover half the day. I got ready for bed early and we all watched as the polls started to tally up. It didn't seem like a definitive answer would come anytime soon so josh started playing Xbox again. At about 11 we heard yells from outside. I rushed down to get some video of the commotion. So, this is basically how I found out Obama won. No television, No internet, just people.

work

This Halloween I wandered around the East Village in a daze with Kristen and Josh. I was kind of disheartened when I realized I had forgotten my camera. Major Bummer. Too tired to go out and party, and too broke to get a costume, I got home at about 12.

Here are some old short films that blew my mind when I was about 6-7 years old.