Someone better throw me a shout out or I'm gonna post even more irregularly...
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
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
Monday, July 21, 2008
Just felt the need to add that although New York is pretty kickass, and the live music is much better. We party much harder in Bucharest. Here all the places close at 2, and people go home. I'm starting to get drunk and everyone else is hooked up and yawning. In Bucharest we party like it's 1999 every fucking day of the week.
And I love that
Oh yes I fucking do
Where did the last few weeks go? Let me go back a bit.
It seems that everyday there are interesting events to go to in New York.
-I've been to a punk party on a boat, floating down the East River, with Captain Birdseyesteering, and a bunch of hipsters rockin' the boat like it's 1977.
-Went to the Os Gemeos exhibition, which was so good I fell to the ground and lay there sucking my thumb for a few hours. Gave props to one of the Pandolfo's and saw 'Seen'.
-My friend Andy is doing a series of interviews for a magazine. Last Thursday he invited me along and we met up with Dj Funk, who told us all about how he loves bitches, ass, money, titys, ho's, booty, benjamins, honeybabies, sweet honeybabies, hundreds, and from time to time ladies (nasty ladies). It was kind of cool to be dancing on stage with him though.
-Met some uber rich kids and had a night on acid on top of a building overlooking Central Park. The building's entrance looked like Palatul Mogosaia. I thought the apartment was incredible, with high ceilings, marble, and huge full length mirrors. That was until I heard a 'ping', the doors opened and I stepped out of what was in fact the lift. These kids were a bunch of flat line freaks. They're detachment from reality and their tripe conversation was worthy of praise. So I got the fuck out of there as quickly as my legs stopped being made out of spoons.
-The loft where I'm at is nice but hot as fuck. I'm staying just off Bedford which has the largest concentration of hipsters per square metre in the world. Some of these people are so hot their faces have melted off and they just have an odd melange of pink muscle tissue and cream bone, yet they're still fucking hot.
-The neighbourhood is cool though. Next door we have Mc Carren pool park, where they're doing free concerts every Sunday. This weekend I saw Fuck Buttons, The Liars, and Andrew WK Djing. Next week is The Ting Tings and Mgmt. Hell yeah.
- There's a lot to do in Ny, but like everywhere I go, it seems people just hang around with their clique, and do what they always do. They all have fun and they're all bored of having the same fun over and over again.
-Aaaaand I finally finished the second mural at the Bodega, which is like my New York Ota's.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Soooo.. I was waiting to update the blog by posting the story of the road trip down to Tennesse and the hippy fest. But I left all the pictures at my friends house, so it'll have to wait until I get them back next week. Meanwhile, this week was the last week of the illustration course. It's been pretty nice, although to be honest I haven't really learnt anything. I guess I should've taken the print making course instead, meh. One thing I've learnt is that intensive summer courses are more intorductory than anything, and I've also learnt to read exactly what the course implies when paying good money to enroll in it. I might've also learnt that I'm an idiot, but that might have been a lesson learnt long ago. I blame it on my alzheimers.
The heat in Ny is now back to bearable. I'm settling down in my cubicle in Brooklyn, and starting to think that my room is actually a closet with a bed in it. For real. Nonetheless Brooklyn is lovely, everyone is out and today I had a very enjoyable day going to the laundromat to clean my clothes. In this one they have an arcade with Pacman and Galaga, so a few hundred quarters were spent on that. I smoked a few cigarettes on a stoop and failed miserably at buying some deodorant (I think they don't use it here). Everyone here speaks Spanish and English, so I swear in Romanian. Merci Ro ma ni a! But I don't swear that much, cause I'm pretty happy.
Talking about Romania, last Thursday felt like a day at Ota's. A certain cultural institute in Manhattan saw Omar, Irlo, Linda, Gorzo, Cristi, Ada and the Sinster engaging in alcohol consumption and dance routines. The Romanian street artist exhibition was fab. Acid colours were injected into the New Yorkers eyes. The boy Irlo continues to amaze me, with his ability to cover huge surfaces with seeming-less effort, I like, I envy, I enjoy. Marc and Sara from Wooster were there, as was Elbow Toe, and some cunt who started to preach to me about smoking and drinking. It seems it is my curse to tell twunts to fuck off. Ah, but I enjoy it deep inside. Not so deep too.
After the exhibition we went to Brooklyn and ended up in a Lesbian bar where we took over the music at the terrace and were told off because of it. Friday morning was haaaaaard. And my use of so many "a's" is meant to put emphasis on the fact that I thought I was going to puke and shit my heart out, my teeth were trembling and my brain was being used as a cum rag by the local homeless.
Now I'm off to the Bodega, the club I painted at, to see if I can get that same jolly good feeling tomorrow morn. Wish me luck.
Boo ya!
It's me! Pinocchio!
Had to do some illustrations with Pinocchio for the course. The book is much more fucked up than the Disney film. He gets hanged, robbed and beaten, lots of people die and in the end he gets face aids and is turned into a foot rest for an obese man called Big Hank who lives in Queens and has eaten Cheese flavoured Cheetos and pickled cucumbers for the last fifteen years. Hank screams at his television and makes sweet love to a hole in the wall. Big Hank is my neighbour. I know all this cause I can see him through the hole in the wall. Hole which is directly next to my desk.
...his penis is staring at me now...
shiver
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