PS & Hirst.

Proenza Schouler Spring 2012. EEEKKK!!!

Damien Hirst is showing at the Gagosian Gallery. 1/12-2/18.
This man has tucked tucked a chicken bone under his foreskin.....what else do you need to know?

Galliano & Why MLK is fucking pissed at You.

I know that Galliano hasn't been painted the the best of lights, however his SS2012 collection is brilliant & worth maybe a little more than an exaggerated racial slur, yeah? Fuck it, maybe not, but the line is tight;)

I know it's MLK day and the best and most promulgated way we have come up with to honor this fucking man is to name the most ghetto of streets in his honor. Kind of an oxymoron and shameful; one would think that due to the nature of who are president is, the information available to young people stating exactly how prolific and brave this man was, there would be something more substantial, ongoing and meaningful than an annual gathering in DC or somewhere that held similar sentiment. Sadly, with the 60's died a passion severe and a collectible conscious that may not be seen again, at least not for the powers of good.
White people: I m asking you to not be nice and overly compensating to African Americans today, but how about just treat everybody like gold every fucking day. The concept is a mutual and general respect for everyone you come in contact with. African Americans: You don't have to be so defensive about anything that may be different presented by someone other than familiar to you. Ex: When I stop my vehicle on Memorial Drive & you are walking across the crosswalk, there is nothing about my face that merits the stare down I receive.
Everyone is guilty of it; Mid American Mac & Cheese eaters, myself, everyone. You can't really single out one race of another because we all feel a certain way about certain people, thing etc...
Listen, I get it & you (everyone) have a right to feel how you feel & do what you do, but work on the healing. I m Native American and have absolutely no holidays dedicated to my people, though we all know how fucked THAT is.
If we all collectively began to work on the general conscious of awareness of others and truly see how this is all the same bag of chips, we can begin to all "get it" & stop letting the fear of everything instill the shitstorms that get taken out on everyone else. It starts with one. I know this is very "The More You Know...." but I m over this shit and people are too smart to keep ignoring what we all know and no one says. Take your dignity off the shelf, dust that bitch off and put it back on the clock. XO

Hippie Spiritual & Nick Mauss.

Isn't it odd when you think of how much you have been through, seen, done and lived through in this body that you have now. When I think of being and shooting dope on Houston on the side of a stoop, it's really hard to fathom why I have not descended to the bottom of the food chain.
All the abscesses, jumps off buildings, getting stuck on top of a chain link fence, getting dragged by a car, handing my newborn daughter over to a moral pariah, all of these things should have & could have killed me, but all I left those experiences with are scars.....pretty good, all & all.
I tend to have these astral moments when I am at my most calm, so that this is rearing it's head is a positive experience, it means I am in a posture of humility, for the meantime anyway. Taking my flair for arrogance and head bashing into consideration, I had best soak it up now before I turn into a fuckwit again.
XO

Nick Mauss: The desire for the possibility of new images.
303 Gallery
547 W 21st Street NYC

Duro Olowu & Spring produces a White Rabbit.

My book is finally finished and it's on it's way to maturity. Fingers crossed, spectacles testicles, wallet & watch!XO
In the meantime....

Duro Olowu SS2012.

XOXOX

THE BOOK.............

IS FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
XO

Steve Martin wants me to get a cab & the Led is OUT.

Dreams never cease to amaze me. I just came from a party Steve Martin was throwing (have not watched ANYTHING with him in it recently enough to validate his presence) that had some kind of beach obstacle course and then a full blown nightmare of a party started; blondes with flowers in their hair toting around hard lemonade and fake & bake douchers with tribal bands; that kind of thing. When I asked if anyone could give me a ride home, some A hole replied "Call a cab man."
Usually me dreams are beyond odd, Matt is usually made of candy, he winks at me a lot and there are fantasy animals and mob bosses in them, but I draw the line when the scene at Bar A invades my REM. I will not be having a dream like this again. Taking measures..

In greener and less drunk pastures, I have been letting the Led out daily. I don't know a soul & don't want to know one who does not LOVE Led Zeppelin. I love 70's epic rock the way I love Punk, Bowie, Waits & Iggy Pop. You could tell me any of these people did a cameo on Jersey Shore, & all would still be forgiven, that's how much I Tiger Beat them.
Though my first experiences of these bands came via a horrific junkie, ie, my Mom; I could still see the brilliance that these bands emanated. That energy has never left me & if if anything has set the bar for music for me which lends to me being judgmental about the majority of new music, especially for the masses. However, that is not something I m looking to alter;)

Commit today to hitting those high notes in your car and banging the shit out of the steering wheel while in the car driving through shit to do in your life and recap the feeling you had when you first heard Black Dog.....I still get goose bumps. You wanna be real about it, get some 5 inch platforms; either way, perform that fucking march and appreciate those way pavers. Blink 182 says you have a small penis and you fancy wearing days of the week drawers, not attractive. XO

Fuck.

I have been working on my book all morning. I am in the home stretch now and it feels surreal. These experiences do not feel like my own and I am petrified to have it be successful. I feel so ....something. It almost feels like I have schemed to do dope all day, made all the necessary preparations, lied to who I had to lie to, did what I needed to do and now it's just me and the beast. I should feel ecstatic, but I feel a little sad, a little liberated and an unnerving sense of identifiable fear of what, I don't know.
Nothing has frightened me more than the reality that I could be better than I ever thought and do what I never thought I could. This is not a fish for validation or even kind words, thoughts or feedback, I detest those things because I m so arrogant, however, I need to get it away from me due to my own poor digestion for such things.
My God, the life I have lived so far is........well, ambiguous in it's concern for my lack of wanting life and has afforded me one that could not have dreamed and that is saying something.
There is no point, no funny line for you to catch, no purpose to serve other than my own today. Maybe tomorrow will be an informative blurb about fashion, rants, recipes or judgement, but for today, I am scared, elated and not ok with those things but perhaps can be ok with them. What choice do I really have?