Djing went fucking great! The party started off a bit quiet, but at ten all these mad people with inflatable Dolphins and mad clothing came in, as well as OMG Michelle, and it got hot hot hot. I danced like a goon and drank like an irish man. Getting back up there tomorrow.

Le jour a la plage. Trop beau...

Went with Lynn, Andy and Alana to Coney Island the other day. Coney I sland is the sea side resort at the most southern point of Brooklyn. The main attraction, as well as the sea, is the fun fair they have. The resort was built at the beginning of the 20th Century and was very popular. During the Second World War it's popularity declined, but then grew again in the mid seventies. The area is pretty fucking cool, very old school meets Burlesque. Everything is pretty trashy, in a nice way. All the rides look kinda shit, but are charming as fuck. Hand painted signs with vivid colours are spattered here and there. There was also an empty lot, in the middle of two buildings, with a fence blocking it off and a sort of platfrom in front of it. Upon further inspeccion I read the sign, 'Shoot the Freak' and notice the paint ball guns. AMidst all the garbage in the lot there was someone dressed in a hairy costume who darted in and out evading people's shots. He was too quick so I asked whether instead of him I could just take a pop at a crack head on the promenade, there's plenty of freaks around there. But once again my perfectly sane reasoning fell upon deaf ears. We had a wicked few hours, lounging in the sun and drinking cold Corona's. Wish it'd never have stopped.

TONIGHT!

Not sure how I get myself into these things, but tonight I'm gonna be Djing at Bodega, opening for OMG Michelle and Dj Kingdom. OMG Michelle are a 5 piece lesbian hip hop group. It's gonna be ghetto dirty, booty shaking, freak dancing, fist pumping, floor grinding, finger licking madness!

OMG MICHELLE

BOOM!

Holy shit, the shows at Bodega are getting wild baby! Last couple of times were out of hand. Firstly I present you Attitude Problem. This is fight music. For real. Three guys playing fast heavy core and a singer... who doesn't sing. Instead he just fucking fought with every public member. He broke two tables, two chairs, a light and a microphone. I seriously have never seen anything like it. I guess this is sort of what GG Allin might have been like. I smashed a beer on his head, which he seemed to appreciate. Here is the man himself and the souvenir he left on the wall.

The last night we saw Monotonix, a band from Israel who went ape shit. The club was packed and I jumped around so much I lost the three kilos and a half that make up my total body mass. I am now a wisp of smoke with fingers. Shit a brick, that was fun fun fun. 

I'm part of a group show at the Chicago Art Institute. The project stems from the fact that polaroid has discontinued produccion of Polaroid film. All the projects look at Death and Extinction through the eyes and lenses of 6 Chicago artists and 6 New York artist (I'm all New York now, Brooklyn represent! Bucharest yo! Que pasa Madrid?!). If you're in Chicago check the show.

New Yoik New Yoik. Two weeks left here, ho hum.  Went n' saw me some good ol' art the other day. Met up with Gabista and we headed down to the Moma.  The swarms of tourists down there made me chew my tongue off and shit a lung out, but I persisted and got myself a healthy dose of 10 second masterpiece viewing. And thus:

Things I see and like:

THE MOTHERFUCKING DEATH SET!

JUICEBOXXX

Fuck me yesterday was weird.

Met up with the great Gabi, who's come a few days to New York after being in some kind of corporate bootcamp turned drunk college fiesta up in Canada. Had a walk around Bedford and took some pictures, waiting for my new tat session.

A few days ago I saw a small tattoo parlour near  the apartment, and having been ridiculed by all the small girls with massive sleeve tattoo's that live in NY, I decided it's time to get the new one. I walked in and was greeted by a nice Polish girl (this is the Polish area of Greenpoint) who tells me the tattoo artist is in the back. I meet him, check out some of his work, and all seems good. He looks like an Americana devotee so it sorta seems right. I show him the design and he tells me he'll sketch it up and I can come in a few days. I pay my deposit and leave.

A few days pass and I return. I'm wearing my Fred Perry and a decent sized hangover. I walk in the shop and see two massive guys sitting down. One has the same shirt as me, which we both remark. They tell me the other guy can't do it, but they can help me out in a couple of days. I breathe and start to notice small details. Small details like the crudely tattooed 'SKIN' on the centre of my tattoo masters forehead. Or like the various Iron Crosses that adorn his arms and neck. Or the fucking 'SKREWDRIVER' cd that's playing. Great...I'm getting a tattoo from White Power Bill.

But alas, yesterday they fucking cancelled again. I call Andy 'Chiefmag' and he's hanging at the park with Alanna from the Ninjasonik video. I get my bike and ride down there. The sun is finally fleeing and the air is cool. We sit on the grass and Andy offers me a beer. With yesterday's aftertaste of tequila in my mouth I crak a can open and take a sip.

"Yo put it in the bag" Andy tells me.

True, no drinking in public here, put usually a paperbag is passable, and what the fuck, we're in the Park. Lovely Alanna gets up to go to the toilet, and Andy and I chat about random bullshit and most probably ladies. Then I feel a dark presence looming, and as I look up...Whoosh!  The first police bycicle circles us, then  the second. Balls.

The motherlovin' Po Lice.

"Whatcha got there boys?"

"Errrrmmm...beer Sir, is there a problem?"

"Get on the ground now! Hands where I can see them!!"

That last bit is fake.

But they did check up on us for a while, called a cop car, checked on us for another long while, tried to intimidate us, gave us a 25$ fine, and let us finish our beers. Baffling.

Yesterday was also myfriend Nicole's birthday. She was turning 28, so she obviously celebrated her birthday at Chuck E. Cheese, a fine establishment which caters for the entertainment needs of 4 to 12 year olds, providing them pizza and games where you win tickets, with which you get prizes worth less than the amount you paid for your tickets. In conclusion...ermmm not sure yet. Andy, Nicole and I all worked together in Italy so we spllit from the park and head toward Atlantic Ave. on our bikes. On the way there I saw death, once again, in the form of a Portorican in a blue sedan flying down a side street, and my 20$ stolen bike. But, once again, fuck you death!

We arrive at Chuck E Cheese and are approached by some 14 year old hoodlums. 

"Yo, you need to pay a fee to get past here"

"Fuck your life"

Quick and easy.

We enter this joint and it's all kids screams, running around, coloured fucking plastic balls, ping dings, and lit up machines. Andy also informs me they don't sell beer. Two employees at the entrance look us down, waiting for us to run away like the pedophiles we look like. 

"What can we do for you?"

Strong on our moral grounds of not going under 14 we tell tell them we are attending a party and I do a sort of wavy thing with the birthday card we picked up on the way.

Inside I feel like all this joy is bringing me more, quick, sugar filled death.  Good to see Nicole though, but baby, next time it's a BAR! I also bump into the hoodlum again, who continues to piss me off prompting more cursing from me and worried looks from parents. He informs me he's going to Fuck me Up (tm) outside, and at some other point asks me if I don't like him cause he's black. I tell him no, just cause he's an asshole. I love fighting 14 year olds, they are soft and maleable. Old ladies are pretty good for kicking too. 

We finally left and came back up to Bedford, where we met Alanna and Lin, two bubbly, drunk honeybabies. One drink turned into lots and it seems I'm marryin Lin sometime soon. You're all invited, open bar and nakedness assured.

Someone better throw me a shout out or I'm gonna post even more irregularly...

Life sometimes is hard.

Yesterday I got up and got a call from my buddy Andy Smith. "Yo man, we're shooting the Ninjasonik video for Artschool girls. Go round my house, get my camera and come down". I hopped on my bike, and 20 minutes later , a wet t-shirt and several kilos lighter I arrived at the Bodega. So instead of going to do some artwork somewhere, which was my original plan for the day. I spent it drinking and looking at lovely girls dancing, which was a rather pleasent plan B. I got crunking, got one of the girls numbers, and got my mural shot as a backdrop for the band. Score!

Well....I hope I do anyway