tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022795634484779142024-03-27T14:24:45.545-07:00Second Hand MentholTristeza, Novela, Sangriste: Smoke, Skate, HateeeeDillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-58276619508881613382024-02-07T15:32:00.000-08:002024-03-02T11:00:55.328-08:00 Now I Know Why Rauschenberg Fell Off The Stage Belinda listened to the Tom Verlaine Miller's Tale CD she purchased at 7th Heaven on 8th & Metcalf, when she was teenager—his association becoming permanently enfleshed with the brimming direct desire for her stacked as Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-10617060049682645712023-12-10T22:33:00.000-08:002023-12-23T20:54:59.774-08:00Harbors of The Moon of Haunted Irak Star Ship: The Merry Silver Table Knights of San Remo Sharp Turn of Tongue'd For All Willingdone Murial Tippers Belinda trundled into the San Remo, escaping the clattering midday of godless weekday early afternoon, seeking eager respite from her alone open raw depths in South Houston darkbar charms, if only for just for a place to let her pestering thoughts swirl the air out of themselves in early cocktail hour. Sure, there were the usual ghastly characters who were known to arrive promptly uponDillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-59887756014329875292023-11-26T11:51:00.000-08:002023-12-03T11:12:41.277-08:00Tom Hanks, Lamb of God, You Take Away The Sins of The World, for DashaAnd at the record company party, on their hands a dead star . . .What do you produce. Like what do, do you, you actually, like produce, Colby.What, what DO I?!! HOW, WHAT DO YOU EVEN . . .But this space, this quote unquote is is . . . what is this even? . . . your gonna be selling, what only blanks, ulumph, white . . . your selling only . . . Arato chimes in, Well, yeah, I mean, Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-8196023902261501522023-10-07T16:46:00.223-07:002023-11-08T10:18:01.436-08:00More Dasha Nekrasova Fan Fiction—Three Poems: Every Man For Himself, and It's Never Guaranteed God Can Always Keep You Sober For CarboniteThe element of pathology in Body Art reached when hopes was its nadir in 1969, when the Viennese artist Rudolph Schwarzkogler amputated his own penis by degrees, one segment at a time, while a photographer recorded the "event" for posterity. Schwarzkogler later died. —Calvin Tomkins, Off The Wall: A Portrait of Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-70049294153790578062023-08-06T15:28:00.048-07:002023-11-11T11:27:10.535-08:00Suggestions From A Dart Board: What Happens When All The Bad People Pray For All The Bad Things? At the time we were filming for the promo, I was going through some difficult things in my personal life. Shiva had left, and I met Abagail St. Claire at a party at what seemed like an otherwise fully operational Chinese restaurant in the financial district in New York. Abagail was of course more of an addict than I was, but I may have been in good faith only vaguely aware of it by then. Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-8563460271509855972023-07-12T15:13:00.010-07:002023-10-16T09:06:00.177-07:00I’d Rather Just See Conway Push, Than . . . Modernism, our Modernism, was everywhere and total. Not only enacted in abundance, administered with a purposeful exactitude, but it’s purity of intent, its expediency, was also so suffused at the root, at the crux of it all, that its good faith benevolence touched and penetrated all operations, and was adopted and refined and remained so integrated, so firmly entrenched in our Colony. Our Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-74429200748901596492023-06-16T16:05:00.135-07:002023-09-23T14:56:13.926-07:00Shed Your Remnants Head Monster, Love Is the Saddest Thing When It Goes AwayI know all the songs that were ever sung, all the words that were ever saidCould it be when I was young someone dropped me on my head?Jason Lee publishing a photobook of Galveston was fantastically pedestrian trex, but whatever—the personal lens through which he discovered Galveston all on his own merit, enough so, to begin such kinda jejune project of taking merely competent film photos, Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-76157971598470216222023-04-07T20:32:00.050-07:002023-05-26T21:52:30.285-07:00Mullican's Puppies They call classified ads classifieds, though they're anything but secret - they self pay to be printed public, but no one ever really sees them anyways, so they just may as well be classified.I once smoked glass with Ray Underhill who was from Carlsbad actually, but he was never a like, hipster, or real hipster that is, and then Hosoi, Hosoi was just a mostly, pro, pro roller-skater who Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-21237929028331086742022-12-18T11:06:00.009-08:002023-01-16T10:47:08.478-08:00 Correa Career Effect & The Last Days of Disco: Baudy Boys of Song, GenZ NEVERHITS & Nothing Else to Do but Profile N NY The following are excerpts of testimonials, interviews, oral histories and collected archival materials for a yet to be completed compendium, on Larry Clark's Kids. Although there's been only but a bird bath's depth of scholarship on Clark's eponymous work from the nineteen seventies, there's even less written on about Kids. Clarks' photography's appeal derives equally from its Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-10246422512244521642022-08-19T17:24:00.075-07:002022-09-01T15:01:07.959-07:00Eyes Without Shadow Upon Thicket: Who's Afraid of Anthony Pappalardo, The Alien Work Tech Am, And Not The Other One?Prologomena1) Although we are now subsumed in this debilitating pluralist post structuralist present, a Hegelian teleological determinist lens must be used as some sort of account towards remediation in understanding the fin de siècle moment leading to our current post historical, end-of-art moment. The end of what had become an unfurling, decadent, exacerbated tech progression of mid to late Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-52284721012617457792022-06-23T14:44:00.057-07:002023-10-14T13:04:54.744-07:00Supreme Clientele, Knows Hells Own About People, & Prodigal Son Pappalardo Outsourced A Robert Mont Lopez for True Zoo York Liquidation Swords © Supreme NY 1994 all rights reserved1) The first day I went to work for Christopher, he totally flipped out on me because I didn't know who the Japanese architect, Kisho Kurakawa was. My first job in New York, and it was as if it was explicitly Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-25433750042821149872022-05-05T18:29:00.064-07:002022-07-14T11:53:05.754-07:00Summer Le Rayon Vert; Head Over Wheels, It Was Never Us & Chads Wear Palace NowThe conclusion to this three part series, Pacific Sunset Trilogy Wild Frondsis flowed by Fablo Les, to whom is offered particular thanks, for the collaborative spirit, enthusiasm on this project, longstanding support and peerless hospitality.Summer Le Rayon Vert; Head Over Wheels, It Was Never Us &Chads Wear Palace Nowfor Sveltlana! Hélène is an archivist at LACMA, but she willDillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-77876133761538701472022-03-07T13:09:00.016-08:002022-03-19T08:54:07.220-07:00Pacific Sunset Trilogy Wild Fronds: I Get Real Sentimental High on Cocaine Shivers & Things Worse Than Not Getting What You Want 1) The lyrics Elf Shot Lame Witch emanated from the holes of the dull speaker. If you put your nose up to the plastic you could smell a micro atmosphere of hot battery exhaust that kind of reminds you of Christmas when you were a kid, when drugs stores, toy stores still sold toys that needed batteries.2) Guy said to get switch crooks back 80 out, you have to aim for the inside of axl. Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-82282543767128152762022-02-17T20:49:00.037-08:002022-02-20T11:24:06.001-08:00Talladega Mistress, Don't Forget Our Color's Blue: Josh Swindell, Carroll, Nick Lockman, and Chris Senn's 411 Girlfriend Smoking Gentry Ice on Robert Smithson's Broken Circle Corner Mirror I.It went from Gluck not existing to Gluck tapping on my wrist.Do you want bubblegum, she goes, the first thing she ever said to me. It was actually characteristic of her, for her to say things like that: 'bubblegum', or she would say things like 'handwriting', or 'miscellany'. Gluck always said miscellany, I remember. Upp, mmm . . . well, actually—realizing I should accept her Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-78042327212019383552016-02-08T23:59:00.001-08:002016-05-13T09:47:48.692-07:00Stereo SF Symphony Visual Sounds; Ethan and Neal Cassady: Alcohol Letters of Guild Rust Upon Steiner Terrace
We'll you know, Ethan was kind of like Mortuary, but try explaining that one to Reese.
Remember Daher in his intro though, Daher—looking like he had just finished up a valet gig in Pac Heights—lights up cigarette on the incline near a garage door on the peak of Octavia and Jackson, puts his unskated Stereo board down with the perfect, unscathed edges, which Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-18320853854674345222016-01-10T11:46:00.001-08:002016-01-10T11:46:41.045-08:00There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles She came Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee She came Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago She came Blood on the rise, it's following me Think about the break of day She came and then she drove away Sunlight in her hair Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.
Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-20618979929321405322015-03-05T11:38:00.000-08:002019-10-13T14:44:11.113-07:00Men On Skate Films
It was the city of promises. Jay had always been well aware of all that surface superficiality of it all, it’s lack of attachment to anything other than it’s own good reflection in the mirror - and the city was a bastion (not too be confused with Bastien) for the unreliable nature of beauty, here where the world catered so to the ever dwindling number ofDillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-84830678464482987472014-06-22T13:13:00.001-07:002021-05-09T13:52:51.796-07:00Your Crack Team Has A Rollerdecking Problem, The Future Ghost of Justin Pierce Reviews "Cherry" - Alternate Title:
They couldn't get the color of Jesus' skin right in the Bible pictures, but in the next Bible this somehow wouldn't seem to matter too much.And when Jay pulled off he still thought about ghosts. And it wasn't always so easy; he would still have to create imaginary rules to make it work somehow, this sometimes to the point to where he simply just Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-6177576852308339752013-12-24T08:00:00.001-08:002019-10-13T15:25:41.109-07:00A Place Where Everybody's Friendly, But Nobody's Friends
The buildings stretch into the haze and all seem to say to Jay "No". Reflex grey smog chokes the tall buildings in and around Century City and the glare from the sun washes everything out in a blankness and it all feels apocalyptic in some vague way, like the feeling one gets when they're in a cleared room vacant on moving day - Jay feels like he's in a Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-20116383655995941882013-08-21T16:54:00.002-07:002019-10-13T15:39:36.382-07:00Stoned Off Lantana, and No Mercy for the Insects of This World
Found Web Photo Via Ted Barrow
Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302279563448477914.post-66282865991943029692010-02-04T15:11:00.001-08:002020-06-01T19:05:31.371-07:00Casper The Accidentally Friendly Ghost-
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If you go around saying that I was extra upset because it was Guy who fucked Gina- then you shouldn't be talking about things that you don't know. For one thing, I couldn't even be bothered by Guy that much. Of course since I'm a skater, some would automatically assume I would just go to pieces because it was Guy Mariano who fucked my wife. But,if you must know, it would have hurt Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12646337033874260956noreply@blogger.com6