Still don’t really have time [or reliable internet] to update here, and I must be off to ship shirts to those of you who ordered now. It’s Monday, it’s pouring rain outside and I’m full of blueberries. So here’s a video and a slap on the ass – now go make it a good week! And read some Coilhouse!
Time Warner Cable has had an outage for over 5 days now. I have tales to tell and photos to share but it will all have to wait, because I have work to do, when I do get to a reliable connection tomorrow. WORK, you understand?
this Thursday, 6-10pm my colleagues and I will be at Meltdown Comics at an Asahi & RedBull-sponsored Beauty Redefined book signing. G4 will be filming. Me: might have a few paintings up and for sale. You: like Asahi, naked ladies and want to be there below, my tentacle jacket, on display at Hope Gallery in NYC
The book signing went rather well, and thus I unleash a photo-tornado from that night upon this world. All photos by Andrew Yoon or Courtney Riot. Courtney and I sharing one of our many tender moments Mother Ebb made a brief appearance! Click below for so much more.
1. Only three Stratosphere Messenger tees remain 2. Been a while, mm? In this installment, Q and I take you on a magical journey through the Huntington Library. See/read the rest here!
Courtney took lots of photos last night, as did agent Yoon. I’ll make a mega photo post soon, but here’s one, for now: me, dressed like a boy, dancing atop a gogo cube. No idea who the gent is, but he had some serious moves until he was asked to get back on the floor. Mysteriously, I got to stay on the box. A conspiracy?
Went to the Huntington Library. Took lots of pictures, some of which will soon be up for your perusal on Coilhouse as part of a new installment of Zo! Style Technician. Tonight Miss Riot and I are off to do a signing of the new coffee table book we’ve been working on at a club. But first – photos! Ladies, he’s single!
I hold with those who favor fire. Four [4] Stratosphere Messenger tees remain. Consume!
…for a fleeting moment This jet-packed space vixen is ready for takeoff. Daunted neither by critics of wearing corsets while airborne nor potential danger ahead, she has all the necessities for the flight. To the moon! Printed on durable cotton/elastane blend in opalescent blue, The Messenger shimmers violet, pink and silver. I originally conceived her as the poster girl for Coilhouse magazine and now she’s evolved into a wearable art collaboration with Plastik Wrap. 6 now only 4 available, and …
Ginny took this of me at the ranch shoot on Saturday. Before that I took this one of her. I received something wonderful in the mail tonight: a worn book of gypsy folklore, with three riddles between the pages. Physical mail is one of my absolute favorites. It’s selfish – I almost never ever have time to reciprocate, but I love it all the same. So thank you.
It’s just after midnight. My dear comrades Nadya and Mer have left me to my own devices after a rather epic meeting of the minds [and their hot meat-vessels]. Dogs are howling outside and the fog-cocoon is glowing especially bright tonight. I hope it stays a while. I planned to take this long holiday weekend to myself and do absolutely nothing but read. Instead, I was on the move the entire time. This turned out to be helpful in getting …
Walking Micron just now I found red leaves. In fact, my entire neighborhood is covered in fallen leaves. Sweet electric Jesus, could it be? Further signs of changing seasons, here? My neighbors love it when I walk the dog in these pants. I dislike this holiday, but tonight should be a lot of fun anyhow. I’ll be back on Coilhouse soon. Cocooning draws to an end and I’ll be emerging a belligerent butterfly in no time. Check out this heart-warming …
The internet love! I feel it. Grant Gould does it again, and how. Would you buy my pulp comic? Moreover, would you write it? Several of my friends seem to think this would be a great idea. Beyond that… Rain. Yes, it’s finally raining down on Angel City. We hunger for it, awaiting it like the Rapture. Us – sun-spoiled, fragile. Like the city itself, not entirely prepared for the downpour, yet happy at the change, the rare chance to …
Gather ’round, chitlins, and I will tell you a tale. Last night my Russki/Icelandski comrade Quintus came over for some much-needed Russian food and Japanese film consumption. We had pelmeni he’d crafted and by the whiskers of Munchausen they were amazing. Pelmeni are Russia’s equivalent of ravioli, and you should probably try making them at home – this Wikipedia entry has a few suggestions. Do it. Do it. Just do it. Also, we drank a questionable amount of vodka, watched …