Picture Taking Picture Taker

Top photo by: Chloe Rice

Bottom photo by: Kevin

Top photo by: Chloe Rice

Bottom photo by: Ryan Marshall

Top photo by: Chloe Rice

Bottom photo by: Cody Cobb

ohHobo Sac

The summer edition of whats in the bag, is much lighter.

1. Ex Libris Anonymous made my blank papered journal out of a 1966 first aid handbook for children. The journal is separated into three sections by some original pages of text and illustration. I use it to draw, write recipes, and lists. Lots of lists.

2. Japanese Matcha candies! Anyone who tries them seems to refer to its surprisingly dense texture and bittersweet green tea taste by using the exact same word. “Interesting”. I have a sugar problem, so in the time it takes me to get through one of these slightly sweet candies, the itch usually passes.

3. Woody Allen on Woody Allen. A series  of interviews that Stig Bjorkman conducted with Allen about his movies and life, through them. Interview collection books are usually my favorite thing to read on the train, because ending a chapter is short enough for the average train trip.

4. My my Metrocard. The New Yorkers equivalent of car keys.

5. Reading glasses, because I have old people vision.

6. My sunglasses, because I want to prevent worsening my old people vision.

7. Panasonic retro headphones. Of the 9 sets of headphones I own, these are my favorite. Despite the ‘look at me.’ color that they accidentally sent me. You know the theory that what one person sees as red, may really be blue or whatever? Well I guess Panasonics white is actually lime green.

8. I like to try to keep my mouth as clean as possible, anytime I feel like want to smoke a cigarette. A habit I kicked almost half a year ago. My thought is that if I keep my mouth fresh, then I won’t want to ruin it with tar. Breath strips, floss, tea tree oil toothpics….They will never make me feel the same way Luckies did.

9. Its a bag of makeup. I don’t ever use it once I leave the house, yet I carry it out of habit.

10. Dual card reader for my camera. Because you never know when you’ll be bored near a computer that allows you to upload photos. The dinosaur sticker is on it so that it doesn’t get confused with other peoples card readers. Don’t you hate when electronic accessories get lost in the shuffle?

11. Even though I don’t smoke and I HATE cats, I carry cat lighters only for the reaction value from when I hand it to a smoker who needs to borrow a light.

12. Nivea hand cream. ’cause I is chappy

13. My robot friend for obvious reasons.

“Will Sell Self For Sugar”

Self Portrait taken at Pinkberry

A kind fellow from Pinkberry found me on the internot, and asked me if I was interested in becoming a groupie. 

Unsure of what makes a Pinkberry ‘groupie’ I inquired about what a girls gotta do to get some free sweet treats….and with the question, the answer became clear.

Selling myself for a couple of cups of refreshing ice cream?

I guess I am in fact the Penny Lane of Pinkberry.

Summer Lovin’ Ladies

Warm tea in one hand. Scrolling mouse in the other,  I looked at photos of other people being sunburnt and sweaty all day.

Looks nice, ya jerks!

The other night I had an amazing rare and raw steak filled dinner at the soon to be Standard Grill with my  adorable glittering girlfriend and the beautiful and hilariously perverse Molly Crabapple.

Other than taking Little Richards’ temperature with my flash, girlish laughter was had through hotel antics. Gala and I frankenstein-ed digital photography by attaching my Canon flash to her Nikon camera (photo evidence will prove that Nikon is not my friend). In my typical sweet toothed hobo fashion I left with tons travel Nutella packets. And on the cab ride home I was given well needed spoken tour of my neighborhood from Fred!

As if this wasn’t a joy enough, I also got a large bump from a link to my blog! Hi! I don’t know if  Galas friends are as perverted as I am, so let me just re-warn you, new comer. Every Tuesday I like to have a reason to put up photos of happy topless ladies with real knockers and interesting photography.

So, if you look through the rest of this post all you’re gonna see is a heap of titties.

Summer lovin’ titties on a Tuesday.

Thumbs Will Twist. Can You Resist?…Thumb Hang

The Story of Anvil was an amazing documentary that I recently saw.

Recently, Anvil has been touring around playing a show in some of the theaters that are showing the movie, directly after. 

I saw the show last year in the cafe’ of a theater in Brooklyn. Despite not seeing the movie or fully understanding why the history of that band was so interesting, something about the Canadian trio was intriguing enough to feel that to leave before the set had ended would be a disservice. 

I got to see them again the other week, in the pit of the theater where I saw the movie 10 minutes previous to it. The crowd was much larger and excited than they were even just last year. The band played with as much dedication as they ever have. My friend and I banged heads and summoned the gods….in the middle of the theater. It was awesome. 

The individuals that make the band Anvil really understand life to an extent that so many people born with luck, just never will. They play music with the same passion that they always have. They find inspiration off of each other. They hold down real jobs, tour Europe, an go back to their lives full of discouragement for what they love to do from everyone including their friends and family.  

So why do they keep doing it? In hopes that their day will come. That an album of theirs will be recognized for being worth something, the same way Metal on Metal was, way back when. And while they wait for this to happen, they have become content with even the smallest of success’s they encounter and use it to motivate them forward. 

Basically, they don’t take advantage of anything. They love their fans. They love their idols. They love themselves. and they understand that when you aren’t born with luck, and things don’t fall into your lap, that its ok to take baby steps to get to where you want to be. 

Anvil does have a following of fans who really want things to work out for them. Myself included. Because the musics not bad, their heart is in the right place, and the only reason they didn’t really get their full 15 minutes is because they did everything right. Never trying to fuck anyone over, through their entire career.

Refreshing.

My friend Devin says I don’t update enough.
I told him he has to click ‘refresh’ more often.
This update is like pouring one for my homies.

Arts, Crafts, and Spilt Milk

Arts, Crafts, and Spilt Milk

Brooklyn, NY 

2009

 

Photos By: Chloe Rice

Her Life Had Made Her Crazy

“She became unable to do anything but think about this apartment. She was like a character out of a Tom Wolfe novel-her life had made her crazy-and that just seemed to sum up so exactly something about this city”

-Ira Glass talking about his first roommate in New York City