Night Shot

Click below to see Alex Prager's photos from the September issue of Vogue:

The Box

Iggy Pop's On Polaroid

I like people who never stop getting better...

Just Your Standard Summer

Love this pic of Imba on top of the Standard NYC last month... with her beautious Aura Friedman painted locks.

Red Bacteria Vacuum Adventure

Three days with an all girls Japanese punk band and your heart may never beat the same. 

Photos after the jump.

Sweden, 2008

Almost Feels Classic

Johnny Knoxville (Los Angeles, Circa 2005):

More after the jump...

(RIP) Dinner House M:

The Other Sharp Shooting Prager

NYC

Off The Radar

                             

Now, in what is perhaps my fastest act of scanning ever, the Polaroids I took in Iceland are already living a double life inside of my computer. 

Here is a small preview from Mundi's summerhouse. Like almost everything in Iceland, it was magical, beautiful, and super fucking fun. 

Tigra Now y Para Siempre...

Dear Lady Tigra,

You are so epic, positive, talented and ruling. A real life most favoritest favorite and an amazing beacon of creative party light. I only wish I could rock a 90's dress like you.

xx

A Very Special Someone's Birthday (apologies in advance)

Hond In De Goot: Amsterdam Edition

Today's Amsterdam edition Polaroids are dedicated to the other Jessie Cohan (happens to be in Amsterdam right now), my pal, Swedish artist, Pär Strömberg.

Happy October 14th!

JL

In the name of ruling rockers, today's posting is for the one and only Juliette Lewis. 

Impossible Ukraine

Here are several photos I shot using the Impossible Project's new 600 PX film while I was in Odessa, Ukraine, last month. I've been with these guys since the beginning (Polaniod, Unsaleable, blah, blah...) and I'm still cheering from the sidelines, but shit, it really does suck watching these beautiful memories, fade, brown, crystalize, and otherwise totally deteriorate.

I went through a lot of Polaroid film on this trip, half of which didn't develop anyhow, and with my fingers crossed, had saved the Impossible film for last. Maybe my expectations for experimental chemistry were too high,  but the aftermath kind of makes my heart ache.

My attempts to preserve the film included shooting the film into darkness, sticking them in the fridge to develop and peeling them a part (sacrificing a few along the way). I basically followed the general suggestions, but they still seem to be rapidly making their way to the dark-side, and honestly I cant tell the difference between the shots I babied and those I let fend for themselves.

I finally decided to scan them in today, but only when I realized how rapidly they were leaving me. Ugh.

Anyway, here are the photos:

Kate Bush, Ruler Of The Universe

Happy Happy Birthday to a true badass.

I Wish I Was...

San Sebastian, Spain 2006 ish.

Is it terrible to wish you are somewhere else when you are already somewhere great?

Boys Kissing Boys

A tender, color coordinated moment to share, just to prove that I'm still here....

2 Months Later

...And here I am in NYC.
I have been nice and busy out here this last month, enjoying the rain and the perfect weather, and the dirty trains and midnight pizza. I even made it out to Coney Island yesterday. My hands probably need to be washed but my heart feels good...
On Wednesday I make the trip back to LA. Where the hell has all this time gone...? I've been here a whole month and it barely feels like I've been here at all.
Remember when those last few minutes of a school day seemed to take FOREVER to go by? What ever happened to that?? I blinked my eye here in NY and Im already back on a plane to LA...
Anyway, my internal compass is totally confused, but looking forward to the future nonetheless. Los Angeles, here I come once again...

They Say It Still Counts, Even If It's 5 Months Later...

Even though I have about a bazillion Polaroids to sort through, I somehow still manage to totally neglect my all important duties on this here blog. However today I have reached deep into the depths of inspiration, to bring you that which is not my own. At least the inspration is not my own... (The Polaroids still are.)

As a few loyal Viking enthusiasts may know, one of my favorite places, Reykjavik, Iceland, recently wrapped up its first ever Iceland Fashion Festival. Yes- they've had a Fashion Week in the past, but it basically went down in flames. Now someone has put those flames out to rise like a pheonix from the ashes, giving Iceland the fashion festival it deserves. Who might that person be...?! Why noneother then the world famous, all loving, believer of all things awesome, Ingibjörg Finnbogadóttir (IMBA!!)

So today, in the name of Imba, and others with super long hard to say full names, I shall tip my hat to having bad-ass, dream believing friends, that like to make party as much as make stuff happen. For those of you who care, as you should, here's link to Iceland first ever, totally successfull, ultimately righteous, RFF.

And after you visit that, you can revel in my notalgia by looking at these:

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...