“It is an error to divide people into the living and the dead: there are people who
are dead-alive, and people who are alive-alive.
The dead-alive also write, walk, speak, act. But they make no mistakes;
only machines make no mistakes, and they produce only dead things.
The alive-alive are constantly in error, in search, in questions, in torment.”
“On Literature, Revolution, Entropy, and Other Matters”
i went to this opening last night, it’s small but refreshing for our steamy new york summer evenings, even though the cops busted it up for innocent hipsters drinking out of paper bags on the sidewalk (comeon boys, aren’t you supposed to be fighting crime?). anyways i feel like it’s been a while since some art crew summer fun but maybe i’ve just been MIA. you should check it out, it’s currated by tim barber of tiny vices, showing works by some of the staples, oh and it’s at terrence koh‘s Asian Song Society gallery space. by kl
williamsburg in the summer. by kl
actually the supreme spoofs on vuitton decks are probably my favs. good luck finding one at this point. by ar
you boys can meddle over which skateboard deck to buy. im going rollerskating in central park. c u there. by ce
leather laces, front stitch, suede inner lining, my feet are craving insertion. by dd
butterflies are beautiful. miss that band. by dd
punk attitude! i hope i’ll be this cool when i get old. i mean what a couple, they rock my world. let’s have a drink. pick a barn, any barn. by xy
this is rather hilarious if not scary. how many neo-nazis does it take to screw in a light bulb? well, let’s not get into that. but what’s worse than being a bigot? i suppose being retarded and a bigot. when will this silly stuff end? by dd
the smoking hot christopher walken, his cabinet de curiosités, my 1959 jaguar XK150S, and michelle buswell (ironically photographed by olivier zahn). part complete, now only if i was a man!! by dd
above in order terry richardson and below by peter lindberg. i suppose, or i should say i hope, they are booth too busy to be looking at one another but i guess at the end its a more apt story idea for terry than peter. by xy
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