Dora's Still Out There

In lieu of another warmhearted posting that might leave you questioning the severity of this cutting edge blog, today is dedicated to The Spits and also to the awesome Laura Hadar and her SLC store Fice, because Hadar loves The Spits and her store is where I shot this photo. Here's to doing what you want and wearing blood while you do it.

El Dia del Poncheco!

Today is a most special day in this cold, cold world. Today is the Birthday of Mrs. Melanie Holland Greco, ruler of the universe and definitely my nicest friend.
To the BFF that has softened my blackened heart to bubblegum and pop music, Los Angeles side-streets, foot long cups in Vegas, good tequila, day-long bathrobe lounging, hot-wing sauce, kiddie pools, Coco LaFleur and more, may you have what can only be the best day ever. Viva La Poncheco!

Der Himmel über Berlin

Last night I watched Wim Wenders' "Wings Of Desire" and it is totally reminding me how I sometimes want to pack all my s*** and move to Berlin.

The Mirf!

2 more of my favorite New Yorkers, Mint and Serf, a.k.a. Merf, have done up the windows of the Marc Jacobs store in SoHo, for MJ's Spring 2010 campaign. It looks f****** awesome. I love it when fashion tries to strike the heart of a sub-culture by getting all urban. At least I can count on Marc Jacobs to go for the cream of the crop. I'm confused though- is it Spring yet? I don't even think we've had Daylight Savings and its still like 40 degrees in NY. Anyway, I'm just glad I have this photo of them from back in the day (Naggy in the middle looking sharp!).

Told you all my friends are famous!

They did this:

Based on this:

You Be The Judge!

I somehow found myself on the Flowbee website this morning (don't judge me) and came across this riveting exchange between the owner of the Flowbee hair cutter/vacuum system-Rick Hunts and the Robo hair vacuum cutter. 

Flowbee's an American classic that doesn't take to lie-tellers, so Hunts took to the official Flowbee website to set the record straight. 
This is some high drama beauty industry gossip that I am proud to be reporting...

Here's the posting from the actual Flowbee website and below are some videos to help you draw your own conclusion. Who you side with is up to you...

This Is So Disco

I know this posting actually has nothing to do with Jeremy Scott, but I'm certain he too has a special place for the nightlife, so he seemed my natural choice for October 10th, and today's dedication to Alicia Bridges.

If I had to choose between them in a fight I'd pick him, but I love this song...

Ayn Rand Can You Hear Me?

I've been making my way through Ayn Rand's epic 1957 novel, Atlas Shrugged, so obviously, I'm leaning towards the philosophical tip as I wrap up the last chapter. The whole book's been reminding me of this Polaroid from Italy circa 2004. It's the perfect excuse to post something in the name of stopping the motor of the world!

At the moment, John Galt is sounding off to the nation and I'm fully into Rand's totally far-out, intentional, Godless, free-thinking, all-to-rare mind. I love this lady.

Hopefully when she died in 1982, she died happy and secure in her "Objectivism" ways, because 52 years ago, homegirl definitely caused a ruckus in the God-fearing US of A and I'd hate to think there's no peace in the end for a gal like that. Either way, Im just glad she left the book, some good interviews and an especially fierce footprint from the intellectual mind of the Old-World.

Ayn Rand x Mike Wallace Interview 1959:

90 Days Later

I knew when I found this photo buried under papers this morning it was my disastrous blog starring me in the face, disguised as two of my favorite New Yorkers. And yes- even though 3 months have passed, and the colors of the leaves are turning (not in LA, but in some places!)-it is never to late for Criag Wetherby and Amy Gunther to make a surprise appearance and remind me to get back on the wagon and post some more 600s. So here's to the king of NY and my all-time favorite skate-shop ever, KCDC. Here's to Wu-Tang, photo shows, Jedi mind-tricks, knowing DVF's secrets, running your own business, going back to school and being a hot babe. May this post lead to another...

Seven-Seven

Today is July 7th, 2009. The day Michael Jackson was laid to rest by Barnum Baileys Circus and the city of Los Angeles paid for it. I felt like something was fishy, so I looked up July 7th throughout history and it is pretty much all bad. It's not even MJ's fault! It's Seven-Seven's fault! The day has a hex that includes The Western Black Rhinoceros being declared extinct due to poaching, UK scandals, Communist parites, and the sucide bombing of London's transport system, all in the last 10 years alone! Seriously, look out for Seven-Seven!

The day hasn't had a good run since the 1920's, but at least then they did it right!

On July 7th, 1928 they invented sliced bread!! 

Now the next time someone says Michael Jackson was the greatest thing since sliced bread, it wont be annoying, it will be right! Snap...

Anyway, 81 years ago to the day Sliced Bread was sold for the first time by the Chillicothe Baking Company of Chillicothe, Missouri. It is described as “the greatest forward step in the baking industry since bread was wrapped". I agree! I love sliced bread and I am sad to see the turn it's special day has taken since it entered the world with it's efficiency and charm.

I'm hoping that from here on out things will be looking up for July 7th, so, in honor of new starts everywhere, today's (this month's) post is dedicated to Sliced Bread and those who love it! Heat it up and enjoy. 

P.S. This Polaroid is of my Grandpa Fred's on Bakery in Switzerland. It's from 2005 and I love it.

Family

It's nice to live in a place where your family lives, so if and when they do cool things you can be there to claim them and their blood-shared coolness.

Unfortunately, this is not the case for me tomorrow night, since when my cousin's totally awesome band, "Landy", takes the stage at the Regent Theater, here in Los Angeles, I will be somewhere over the Atlantic, hopefully deep in sleep.

They're totally worth claiming, so obviously Im devastated.

If you are here you should totally go.

The band is headed by Adam Goldberg, with cuz on keys, a foxy girl drummer, a beautious violinist and several other talented folk as well. There are guitars, strings, horns...all sorts of auditory shenanigans to keep you entertained. Its a good time and a thoughtful rock project.

Go. Enjoy.

Thumbs Down

Today the Supreme Court voted to uphold California's ban on gay marriage, making this whole Prop 8 cockamamy a giant double sad. 

The first sad is that fools actually put this law into action to begin with. The second is that it stays. 

Isn't California like the gayest, hippiest, most progressive place ever? That's what they kept telling me growing up at least... 

Maybe everyone was so caught up in being so damn open-minded they forgot that small empowering November task that has to do with educating yourself and voting?

My Friends Are Famous

This is a photo of my now totally world famous friend Tracy Anderson. 

I know you can't really tell how rich, and handsome, and A-listy he is by this scanned, Xeroxed, Polaroid, but trust me, he totally is. 

Tracy shot this artsy and captivating video of some naked guy getting tased at Coachella a few weeks ago, by 3 helpless officers, unable to contain this clearly violent and threatening criminal, by any other available means. 

He titled the video "The Naked Wizard" (Maybe he meant, "fairy"???) and posted it up on Vimeo, for the world to see. 

Well, before he knew it, there was like a million hits. Turns out Tracy might want to quit his day job and take up phone filming full time. TMZ offerd him a job and now i'm pretty sure he's flying around in some private Jet, with beautiful women attached to him like that cop's taser to this poor guys neck. 

Anyway, per the usual I'm totally proud of my friends, and their unabashed willingness to stand up for the....ummm, little guy.

See my close, close, BFF, Tracy Anderson's now world famous Naked Wizard video here. Had this guy been anymore harmless, it would have taken an army of fairy dusting, unicorns on ecstasy to get him to put his clothing back on:

Naked Wizard Tased By Reality from Tracy Anderson on Vimeo.

The Stuff Birthdays Are Made Of

For the first couple of years I lived in LA I had a neighbor, Jason, that completely rocketed me into some 3rd dimension of reckless abandon, platonic love, hot tub party, stay up all night, put nothing past the man, unapologetic fun. In all honesty it's been kind of sad since he left.

His balcony faced my kitchen and he would just walk around naked in his room! He would just stand there and talk to us like, "what?".

At first I thought he was gay, but then I began to see how the ladies would swoon. I totally fell in love with him.

He let me put makeup on him and dress him up and he would always bring me presents from one of his random trips to the other side of the world.

Plus, if he was over everyone else, he would always still be nice to me! Who could ask for more?

Anyway, apparently it was his dirty 30 a few weeks ago, but he only had a party this weekend, so Poncheco and I thought it was this weekend. In a burst of shower time birthday inspiration Kim Beam wrote Jason the best birthday card ever, in the form of a song, in the form the best band EVER, Glitter Pussy.

I feel compelled to share the lyrics, with the hope that they may fill you with even a sliver of the joy they bring me. This is the stuff Birthdays are made of...

"He's a

no snese in livin 'less you're gonna press the limit boy

with his clothing collection and his rick kid plastic toys

its a s-sexy mixer when he's putting on game night

like a childrens cartoon with hidden genitals in plain sight

JAY-BIRD! Jesus Christ!

He'll fly to Japan to see a band that he likes

Jay-Bird! Spartacus!

Your ch-chariot has got the gold plated finish

You fukcing fit us

Happy Birthday

A whole lotta love

from Glitter Pussy...

He's super smart, decadent, and controversial

Livin seize the play, hedonist and existential

And when he's dancin, he's debonair like Fred Astaire

Jump in the line, let's raise a toast to the man!

JAY-BIRD! Jesus Christ!

He'll fly to Japan to see a band that he likes!

JAY-BIRD! Spartacus!

He's not conceited, he's just better then us.

You fucking fit us

Happy Birthday

A whole lotta love

from Glitter Pussy..."

Don't Hold Your Breath

So now that it has been a month and a half since my last blog posting, I've decided it's time for an update. Photos from my recent trip to Mexico City! A truly out of this world, all-time trip; complete with culture seeking, Mexican hipsters, Radiohead, Vanessa Prager and more...

Feliz Cumpleanos Clint Peterson!

Sorry for the lack of postings this week. When I launched this epic blog, I really didn't intend on this stagger in consistency. I just feel terrible about it. 

I even thought about throwing in the towel completely, but, I've been in Vegas...Aside from mere survival, I just cant seem to focus on anything else while I'm out there. After consulting some encouraging friends, I realize I am not alone, and have now found the willpower to survive and move forward. You see, today is a very important day in the world: February 21st and the 30 year anniversary that my great amigo, and huge ball of talent, Clint Peterson was born. 

Clint is a super guy and one of my all-time favorite people. We are having a big ol' shin-dig for him tonight and if you're around you should come.

There will be booze and drinks and I think some art too, because something on the flyer mentioned opening reception and Clint is into that sort of thing.

Anyway, Happy Dirty 30 Clint! You rule the school.

A Norwegian, An American And A Swede Walk Into A Bar...

This is a beautiful late-night to mid-morning portrait of my blacked out former boss giving the steal blue with 2 naked, fun-loving vikings, after a night of true debauchery, a couple of years ago in Sweden. Looking at it just warms my heart.

I'm headed to Las Vegas tomorrow for some work, so I must have naturally gravitated towards these memories as part of some sort of sub-conscious preparation for the coming days. 

Anyway, even though I'm talking about Vegas and drunken Swedes, it's President's Day, here in the US of A, so this posting is actually dedicated to Mt. Rushmore, and the great state of South Dakota. 

I know first hand that there's plenty of drunks there too, so I don't feel bad posting these photos from Sweden at all.

For now, enjoy these photos of Stockholm's favorite fat white dude, Jonas, baptizing his sins away moments before the above photo came to life.

Happy Presidents Day!

Easy On The Fillings.

Shot To Shit. xo

Hello and welcome to Valentine's Day. 

Meh...

I'm sure it's only  because the flowers/custom jewelry/fragrance/fine chocolate/and other thoughtful and loving gifts I am meant to receive haven't arrived yet, but I'm feeling a bit hungover, uninspired, SLOW MOVING, this morning.

What the, eff?

Normally on Valentines Day, I wake up with a burst of energy, lounge in a warm bath of rose petals and essential oils, have a massage, get my hair and makeup done by Amyface, and spend the rest of the day bossing people around in lingerie, from a bearskin rug, where I open love letters and unexpected gifts from people still in love with me after all these years, and they just keep arriving and arriving...

but today...

I dunno? I feel mellow.

Anyway.

What I like about Valentine's Day is that men spend an average of twice as much as women, and, according to the National Greeting Card Association, (totally joining!), Valentine's Day is the most card sendingest holiday behind Christmas. 

Funny since History.com says, "Valentines Day- and it's patron saint (I am totally suffering from another Patron this morning, by the way. Mine's more a spirit then a saint, however)- is shrouded in mystery." 

"Shrouded in mystery"?

Um? Isn't that just historical speak for, "Wemadedisshitupbitcheswehavebeendoingitforeverandwearestilldoingitnow"?

Whatever though. 

I'm fine with lies and proaganda makes the world go around, so I'm backing it. 

Do something nice and/or loving and/or thoughtful and/or sexy for those you love today. 

And, from me to you, enjoy these delightful Valentine's Day ass shots, from my friends kitchen in Chicago a few years ago.

I LOVE them so much I could marry them.

What now, Paraskavedekatriaphobia?!

Day 3 and already tardy posting. 

Shit. 

I know it's mid-day, but it's Friday the 13th, so my paraskavedekatriaphobia has totally been kicking in. 

I had to make sure I posted these photos of Bigfoot, in San Francisco, a few years back at just the right time.

I've been doing a bit research on Friday the 13th, but so far all I can find is a bunch of lame-O stuff. 

Basically, what it comes down to is that nobody ever liked Friday (obviously this superstition pre-dates the modern desk job), and nobody ever trusted the number 13. Put the two together and everybody freaks the eff out. 

Scandinavians apparently referred to this as the "Witches" Sabbath, because every Friday 12 witches would gather with the devil! Obviously we can all now see why this superstition is relevant today.

According to some place called the Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute, "an estimated  17- 21 million people are are affected by their fear of this day." They go on to say that because of this we loose about $800-$900 million. 

WTF?! 

Those people need to take a deep breath and get it the fuck together. They need to get all Victor Miller and start making lemonade from lemons. His ass made like a bazillion dollars by embracing Friday the 13th!  

My next post is going to have to be something that reminds me of patience and being non-judgmental, because that statistic annoys me so much.

For now enjoy these pics of devil loving (or at least curious) Bigfoot. 

Feliz Cumpleanos, Chuck D!

So, apparently today is the two-hundred year birthday of Charles Darwin. Talk about a dude that shook some shit up.  

I heard on NPR this morning that some religious types refer to this day as "The End of The Age of God." Dayum. 

I thought I was feeling particularly blasphemous when I woke up today, and now I know why! 

I read on Wikipedia that, "Scientists and academics sometimes celebrate Feb, 12th with "Phylum Feast" events- a meal with foods from as many different phyla as they could manage." I have no idea what Phylum is, but my friend Racheal is coming over for dinner and that is totally what we are eating! Happy Birthday, Chuck! Thanks for being a smart guy and keeping it real!

For now, here's a few more Darwinesque photos, that don't exactly scream evolution but somehow just feel right:

 

Go Number 2!! A perfect, double the fun posting, with your hosts, Tigra and Apollonia 6!

Whelp, day 2 of what is obviously destined to be the most amazing blog ever and already a second post! I'm kind of amazed.

This photo is actually one of my favorites. I look at it and I feel happy. The other day I looked at it and I made some Kumkwat Marmalade. Then I labeled the marmalade with this photo and I gave it to Craig Wetherby, so I herby dedicate this posting to him. I know he will be proud.

Anyway, It's easy to be distracted by the amount of boob here, but it's much more epic than that alone. 

On the left, that's the one and only Lady Tigra, love of my life, totally all-time, best person ever. On the right, that's the legendary Apollonia! 

Um? Apollonia, is like 50! She still doesn't look as good as my Great Aunt Betty, (ageless class of that level cannot be emulated), but I like her still. Seeing her all sexed up reminds me of that poem from back in the day, "When I'm Old I Shall Wear Purple".

This is how I remember Apollonia:

 

To be honest I like her even better now that it's like 20 years later and she still looks like my gay best friend's spicy sex deity.

Apollonia replaced Vanity after she left Prince's crew, (even though everyone knows you could never replace Vanity).  She also went on to do a bunch of other sexy pop stuff, including make a few records and cover Manic Monday.

To make things extra super, Apollonia was totally in love with Tigra and kept trying to make out with her. I think she was overcome by Tigra's au naturalness, and therefor totally love struck. Which, if you ever get the chance to meet/know Tigra you will understand.

Somebody Has To Go First...

 

This blog is where I will be sorting through a rather deep collection of Poloroids and since I just so happened to find this pic of photog Angela Boatwright the other day, and because she rules, she is totally going first. Hope she doesn't mind. 

She didn't seem to mind too much when I took this photo of her on a plane sometime last year, so Im going to roll the dice...

Regardless, I know in my heart it is only appropriate that today, for this day, I dedicate my life to her. Viva La Boatwright!

The life dedication is only for the day, but this blog posting will last FOR EVER, plus... who knows what would happen with a day of complete Boaterisims? Third dimensions of rock and roll? Barely legal, dirt bag, muses, with porcelain skin and eye darkening angst? Could be life-changing...

Anyway, the point is that today is now officially (yes, by the powers of the universe), National Angela Boatwright Ruler Of The Universe Day, and this means I'd better get to fucking rocking. 

Seriously, she is such a soul stealing, good photographer, I am starting to get nervous just devirginizing my dirty low-brow blog with her classy name.

Daily Affirmation: Today I will multi-task with the rhythm of some amazing metal band. I already know its going to be amazing.