Broke out my bike today and did my own art walk in the Mission. You’d be amazed what kind of talent is out there and how people do this just for the hell of it.
Haze X HUF skate deck from a black friday sale. Eric Haze is someone that I’ve admired since my days. Truly a stand out in the industry of graphics and arts.
When I am on the bus going to work, I kind of always put on a slight retard gaze. You know, where you kind of portentously stare in one direction but in reality, you are looking in another direction. It’s kind of a hidden perverted skill where you are keeping your eye on a (say) pair of tits without blatantly eye humping them with your dick. So who is this fucker “HYPE”? He is literally everywhere in SF right now. I glance here and there and notice he’s in Chinatown, Western Edition, Haight, North Beach, TL and even downtown. He’s a modern day CAP but with even less flare. Though his style lacks, I respect the hustle cause there are literally no bombers anymore…and especially in major bustling cities. “I am not a graffiti artists. I am a graffiti bomber” – CAP via Style Wars
Speaking of SF artists, I went to go check out MARS-1‘s art show at Fecal Face on Clement St. I first heard of MARS when he did an ad with DJ Q-Bert with Upperplayground and even got to see it at Q-Berts house on one if his Tuesday night parties. This is his first show since 2005 and boy was it a busy one.
Let’s not bullshit ourselves. No one really cares about this Pacquiao vs Marquez fight. The whole thing was horse shit from the get go, which ultimately held true since this was one of the worst fights I have ever seen. Bring on what people have been wanting to see for the longest time. Pacquiao vs Mayweather. Now!
And the end of my weekend was spent in rated-G fashion at Jaenna’s 1st birthday party in San Bruno. A part of me wishes I was still that age but I really hated how shit stuck to my balls when it hit the fan. To be young…oh yes, to be young.
Now back to the grind. Just me, the computer, Howard Stern radio show and these god damn vector pieces. Time for another long night. Good Night.
There is a lackluster with art shows that have killed my passion for visiting art galleries nowadays. Call me cynical in my day in age but art just don’t induce blood into my wiener like it used to. There’s never any titties, never any three foot paintings of vaginas nor are there ever any vaginal discharge spewing all over canvas walls to ever get my attention. But get the fuck out of here! Really? There is such a show! You wouldn’t have believed it if I told you so.
Lush apparently is an Australian “graffiti asshole” as he likes to put it. He’s like that kid that drew stick figures with 6 foot dicks spraying jizz on other female stick figures. And he doesn’t want expectance by his peers by any means. He wants his peers to know they are dickheads for doing exactly what he does.
This is viral campaigning at its best and the reason why I am sure 99.9% of the people came see this show. A homemade peep show booth with stripper pole and girls from the Lusty Lady strip club, all wearing hand painted Lush banners and accepting dollar bills as a token of the viewers appreciation.
I visited the homies in the Sunset Saturday for yet another wet summer BBQ. It’s just an excuse to create a fire, drink beer and eat under the fog infested atmosphere. I seriously have no idea why anyone in their right mind would live out here. SF is cold already but they just take it to that other level of dumb.
Such a contrast of days from naked bitches to a Sunday baptism. Remember my photo shoot with preggo Anners? Here’s the after product of nine months of incubating. Her beautiful daughter Jaenna was welcomed into the world of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat and Jesus Christ Superstar.
Harry Kim on the left, the director of Dirty Hands “The Art Crimes of David Choe” and the mother fucking man himself on the right, David Choe.
Mr. Choe is, how he puts it, a self proclaims man boy with no responsibilities. I call this the Peter Pan effect. A notion of how our minds refuse to grow up as our body gets older. It’s all about finding ways to peak at immaturity and doing whatever the hell that comes to mind. It’s the ultimate euphoria of self expression.
A couple of hours after the signing and watching his DVD, I have learned more then I ever have about this guy. I am not a fan of David Choe but the curiosity has beaten me to want to find out who this guy really is. Sometimes I think his antics are more forced then they are genuine…but then again, there really is no threaded guideline on how to be a complete lunatic. Like a tall tale, you just have to believe in the stories that were told before you.
Dave loves defiance. Set some guidelines on how to do something correct and the guy will piss on it and buttfuck it up the ass. I can definitely dig that.
And Chinatown just cause. This is the one SF district that I neglect the most. This is the famous China banks. Watch Dennis Busentiz destroy it below (0:44).
Back at the Upper Haight to go see Joe Brook‘s photo show and the almighty FTC skateshop. Nothing but balls and liquor as far as my eyes can see.
Tom Penny: Switch flip in Spain.
Rodrigo TX: Frontside nose grind in Bangkok, Thailand.
Speaking of TX, you would have never guessed this Brazilian guy to be in SF. Thank god FTC had his board on the wall. Another one for the collection.
Actually make that two. Christian Hosoi x FTC coffin deck.
Garage party back in the hood at Hilltop. Two steppin’ to the latest Bruno Mars and J-Lo song is pretty funny when everyone around you is thirty plus years old.
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