if anyone has pictures please add them!
screw the hors d’oeuvres , your dinner is ready.
i love this project
oliver laric has taken the mariah carey touch my body song and made it green screentastic for one and all.
go ahead, touch it!
so, about a million months ago kirtley and I went to see a Fleetwood Mac cover band night at the Living Room. here’s what happened.
Kirtley is moving to sunset park due to the CREDIT CRUNCH ECONOMIC CLIMATE AHHhhhhhhHHHHHHH FREAK OUT from her little baby studio on orchard street.
a few highlights of this brief but beautiful apartment has been:
-Jerry from the Vintage shop below: just when you think that a grown man couldn’t pull off clown red bologna curls and a sleeveless burberry shirt, biker style shit, close the store, put on the Jackson5 and stoop it up with hidden 40s- think again.
-Crops 4 Girls- the worst name for a hair salon ever, given the more punnish names like crops and bobbers down the street. well equipped with a outdoor strobe light, 6 signs altogether, and afterhours bitterness.
-signs about depositing “tempex” in the toilet, thanks to kirtley. subsequently tossing TP into trash due to constant clogging.
-rosarios pizza, spinach and ricotta & ham sandwiches, tomatoes, mustard, beer aplenty.
-annoying the neighbors with the daily fleetwood mac at home performances.
-getting asked if I have “herb” because “i look like im having a good time”
-the mysterious club downstairs with nightly shows of unknown nature, also no windows…”also, a lot of annoying people, omitting and throwing trash everywhere, the other night there was free style rapping, right under my window, for an hour, and all these girls going awwwww shit and the guys going badada badadum”-kirtley.
enjoy these pics for now, walking the bloc audio to come.
John Denver came on my walk home tonight, and I wanted to gallop through the concrete neighborhood. I can’t help it, something came over me. My body is merely the shell of my soul, what can I say?My spirit will never be broken nor caught, for the soul is a free flyin thing.
Also, sorry I have been MIA lately. I may post my M. Cera think piece later, or maybe not. The last month has been wild, between NYC, Providence, CT and back again…getting back on track with school and so on things have definitely been out of whack, but with hope to glide back into a comfortable, exciting routine soon. more to come.
I also dislike horses very much, but my mother loves them. I got bucked once as a young girl in Arizona, after this dumbass horse saw a runner, then we camped out on the Colorado river, and therefore they have a very weird place in my heart. eagles though, eagles I’m definitely down with.
I am looking for people with ghost stories to record. i will animate/record/crazy style them. one will suffice people lets go! also- new years podcast is coming!!!
i took this shot from here but I really think Tracy Morgan might be the comedic genius of our time. especially when one of his kids on 30 rock is named George Foreman Jordan. I mean it’s the perfect blend, the zen moment, of watching and thinking so much and also not thinking ever, the universe in an atom in a banana shit.