Lou lays it on a bit thick when he says I’m some sort of internet superstar – we all know that’s not true until I’ve made a bad electroclash album. In any case, check it out here – we talk about my experience with photography so far, art, love and more.
Photo by Ginny Guzman. She also took this. Just like that, another post comin’ at you like a squid outta… Hi. News! Coilhouse Issue 2 is done printing and is ready to rock your soulmeat. Read about that here, won’t you? I’m going to see it in just a couple of hours and my ink-heart fills with something that almost feels like joy. My bestest fwend and piggy Jhonen Vasquez has unleashed a newly re-designed JTHM tshirt. Read all about …
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.
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?
I hold with those who favor fire. Four [4] Stratosphere Messenger tees remain. Consume!
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 …
I love this! The details around the edges make me think of power lines and branches in the dark. Art inspired by this photo by www.hopeinvain.com – he reminded me of a Robert Frost poem I hold so dear and is also the creator of this. I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain — and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. …
It’s true that my head’s been elsewhere. Whether it’s between the clouds, in the sand, or lodged firmly up my own ass is yet to be determined. But it’s not all Cure songs and black nail polish [does “black nail polish” even carry any weight these days?] – no, things have been happening. And I kind of like this. Crayyzeh! Coilhouse issue 2 is done. Done. Done. And oh my god on fire, oh merciful Darwin’s ghost, oh sweet mama …
Coilhouse Magazine’s limited edition is now sold out. And Issue 1 is sold out at Atomic Books in Baltimore. In other news [through no fault of my own] a lovely shop is offering decals of my silhouette, from this photo by Andrew Yoon. Because you need my ghost staring at you while you slumber? Yes. In even further news, I have been painting tentacles on a jacket for a group art show I will tell you about soon. And Lou …
Time’s run out for the cobalt, at least for a while. A couple of streaks remain in the front but that’s all. Black like my soul, black like my heart, black like the void surrounding us all. BLACK. In equally darque news, someone from the cultural hive that is MySpace wrote me a song that I will share with you now. It’s rather epic – ripe for black metal interpretation! Allow me to preface this by saying the author is …