Tonight is the 10th anniversary of the Day of the Dead festivities in the Hollywood Forever cemetery. The high chance of rain makes me want to go. There is something inherently spooky about drenched shrines to the dead – much better suited to my idea of what Halloween should be than the usual party circuit. And considering I spent actual Halloween perched on my rooftop, this might be something I do tonight. And.. Lighting just struck. Thunder. Car alarms going …
Zoe, red flower 2008, oil on canvas How appropriate that I get this today from Saturno Butto! There’s your Halloween, humans.
But here is a festive postcard:
Phone cameras come through for us all, sometimes. Coffee and a mix of Crystal Castles and Beethoven on the headphones at the moment, trying remember last night’s dreams. Beep beep beep.
The sex-spider below is the handiwork of friend and Coilhouse #2 designer, miss Courtney Riot. She’s been working on merchandising for Spinerette, Brody Dalle’s new band, and in the process has gotten me addicted to their forthcoming album. Fortunately for my addiction, Spinerette is playing a rare concert tonight at Spaceland. We will be there, making the trouble. Join us and the friendly people of Silverlake for a night of raspy goodness, won’t you?
Dye-day. I have to get my hands on this product [click]
By Fred Einaudi
I went, had a great time and lived to tell the story [but just barely]. My impressions reside on Coilhouse.
I absolutely have to work on a piece for a group show today, but before I even get out of bed I must jot down this dream. Apologies for the sleep-drenched prose ahead. Lumi and I were away in New York for a deathrock festival of some kind, thought it was neither DoV or Drop Dead. The entire thing took place in a lavish palace, the likes of which the U.S. have never seen – it was more akin to …
If you are not yet registered to vote, or plan on not voting against this, consider us strangers. Terrifying. A living nightmare.
Photo by Andrew Yoon Otherwise busy.
Stricken with a three day migraine. I should probably not be looking at the screen, but before I flee, accept my humble offering of photos. I bought these headphones from Skullcandy and hawt damn! I dig ’em. Click photo for even more photos, because there are never, ever enough photos. Oh god, my eyes.
Photo by the well-dressed Adrian
I type this from a couch in Shien’s living room. The flight went well, the cab ride was appropriately terrifying and the welcome was warm. The aforementioned piece of furniture seems to take issue with basic laws of physics and is trying to throw me across the room with its deadly wobble. A pallid German is feeding me vodka, because almost everyone in the place is asleep besides me. It’s not working. On Sunday I’ll be walking for AzAc at …
a.k.a “Let me tell you a secret about honey”. Ink, digital. This is a crop, a fragment, a secret peek at a new piece I’ve torn from my brain-womb for a huge group show at the Hive gallery, titled “BeeRotica”. What you see is a little honey-glazed darling, caught up in the arduous task of auto-erotic fellatio. I’m excited about the show for several reasons: it’s been a while since I’ve shown at the Hive, I love the exhibit’s theme …