Thursday, September 29, 2011
This was around the tail end of my Manor Era. The beginning of the golden age if you will. I think the Manor will never be what it once was. Now that Freedom and Enterprise have left the building as they say, it seems more like a Calico-ic ghost town now. I have drove past it a few times now and it seems like just yesterday we blew Dodge. On to greener pastures and more closet space. I will say this though, I did a lot of growing up at El Manor. She'a was'a good to me'a! I will always keep those good times near and dear. I'm rambling now, but this (as seen above) was one of my favorite things to do. Loaf. I loved my bathroom, pink and black, how french of me. Every room had a dark orange peach glow. I would hardly ever turn on a wall light switch. Lamps, light rocks and rainbow strobes were law. The Peppermint Lounge was my modern day 54. The glitter from NYE of 07 is probably STILL there. Disco is not dead. I can smell it now...
Photo by Trevor Gonzo T.F
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
under our dark umbrellas,
we eye each other up.
I still remember
the way she flicked her cigarette
into a puddle.
Honey locusts stand
naked in the rain, surrounded
by shed yellow leaves.
The hiss of tires,
the slap of curb-surf against fire plug,
Fountain in a downpour:
a homeless man in a poncho
fishes for change.
Wet footprints lead
to every other table
in the coffee shop.
A clear plastic sheet
keeps the nude cover girls dry
at the news stand.
Sun shining through rain:
umbrellas rise to reveal
Wet city: by Dave Bonta 2008
I don't really do the surf club thing but these cats are actually and quite literally LDT'in it. Livin the dream, seeing the world, learning from each other and from the people they meet along the way. What a strange and beautiful way to grow up. Daize's kids are going to be ill. Thanks for sharing Che Shayne!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
When Allen Ginsberg found out that his father had passed away, he jumped on the first flight he could find to say that long good bye. On the flight over he wrote this poem.
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going
Father Death, Don't cry any more
Mama's there, underneath the floor
Brother Death, please mind the store
Old Aunty Death Don't hide your bones
Old Uncle Death I hear your groans
O Sister Death how sweet your moans
O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths
Sobbing breasts'll ease your Deaths
Pain is gone, tears take the rest
Genius Death your art is done
Lover Death your body's gone
Father Death I'm coming home
Guru Death your words are true
Teacher Death I do thank you
For inspiring me to sing this Blues
Buddha Death, I wake with you
Dharma Death, your mind is new
Sangha Death, we'll work it through
Suffering is what was born
Ignorance made me forlorn
Tearful truths I cannot scorn
Father Breath once more farewell
Birth you gave was no thing ill
My heart is still, as time will tell.
Written by: Allen Ginsberg
"I love Allen Ginsberg. Let that be written in the heavens."- J. Kerouac
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
The Forbes top 400 riches people in America is here and the verdict is out. Half of the top 10 list is Walmart investors. Walmart. Still. It feels like I'm watching a bad movie staring Brendan Fraser as a factory foreman that is slowly killing off minorities one by one with a giant Pink Floyd style human meat grinder made of cheap junk food and faulty toys. It's almost as bad as fake reggae. Almost.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
"I recall seeing Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention in NYC in 1967. At one point, for whatever reason, Zappa started throwing bunches of string beans out to the audience. My girlfriend caught a handful and threw them back at him, in fun. His response was "Please don't return the offerings to the altar.""
Quote found: Local YouTube hooligan.
THIS IS, Vincenzo Gallrissian in his ever seductive, Trouble Every Day, pre cannibal chow down pose. There is so much to say about this film and yet, I got nothin(much). It's has a beautiful pre supposed quality that leads you to believe that you could actually love some one to death, or think some one is "cute enough to eat". The whole thing was pretty disgusting, but it didn't quite shake my undying urge to bite a dolphin just to feel the texture on my teeth. I have a feeling it won't be a great as I think it will be.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Thank Jah! It feels like it has been 5 or 6 years that the skinny jeans have reined numbero uno. The time has come to put them to rest or in a trunk for a few years. Don't get me wrong they work for a few key pieces that would NEED a thin leg but come on, try something new eh? Shopping almost sounds fun again! I can't wait to see my options...
Friday, September 16, 2011
As New York Fashion Week comes to a close, I would like to take the time to reflect on the past shows that have spent my lunches perving out on. Ronson , Rowley, Jacobs and Johnson...ahhhhh.....as I was telling a client earlier today "What's not to love about ANYones spring line?" You will always have a Calvin Klein and a few others that sticks with the classics. Black, white, grey, maybe throw a tangerine in for a splash of color. Here is the thing, designers like Klein and Halston are old school. They can make a line without a lot of color or glitter or chunky madness, what they have is Steez. They don't always do color because they simply don't need to. Halston my Heritage please. Moving on....spring promises fresh color that we welcome with open arms. Indeed.
Photos found on thesatorialist.com and mbfashionweek.com
NASA has found a planet that has two orbiting suns just like the planet Tatooine of the Star Wars saga. "Again and again we see that the science is stranger and cooler than fiction," Knoll said during a NASA press conference today. "STOKED!!!!" said Jackie of the Costa Mesa Times. Happy Friday kiddos! May the Force be with you.