“He doesn’t want to eat meat at all. Just chicken nuggets and that. I had to force him to eat his bologna yesterday. I think he’s going to grow up to be a pacifist, like his mother.”
- guy in NYPD boxing league t-shirt to the counterguy at Brooklyn Bagels this morning.
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This article is pretty true. I would only add that Fireworks are also a great distraction if you need to go do something borderline criminal, like trespassing or pushing a guy off a roof
Uploaded a Flickr set of scans of a roll of B&W film I shot on the roof of the Metropolitan Museum of Art at the beginning of the month. No “babes” included, tumblr, so feel free to ignore.
There is an impressive metal sculpture by Roxy Paine installed up there. Sadly they wouldn’t let us up there when it was raining - would’ve been some nice shots.
This is I believe the first roll of B&W I have ever shot. I might be lying, but I can’t remember doing it before. Let me know if you have any tips. Thanks!
Can you tell me a bit about the lyrics for “Temecula Sunrise”?
This came out of this discussion I had with James about these Paper Rad kids camping out in these warehouses in Providence, these disused artifacts of this different social organization. We were thinking of these miles and miles of new construction subdivisions that blanket the landscape outside of every city in the US. On tour, you’re driving through them, before and after the city, these new construction zones. After the social impetus that makes these things pass, we were imagining what these buildings would be used for. We had these ecstatic artist kids just painting crazy murals and making funny Utopian art in a new construction home in Temecula, California.
I think I heard someone else voicing this idea recently? Or maybe I am just thinking about repurposing empy “big box” stores?
Matthew: I hear you.
Matthew: does your mouth taste it and immediately process it as NOT FOOD
Vicky: yeah
Vicky: it’s sweet…but not in a sugar way
Matthew: eject, eject
Matthew: I’m thinking of your face like a VCR
Matthew: betcha no one has ever used THAT line on you
Matthew: I’m smooth
Your face reminds me of a VCR - the only way it could ever become popular is if people can watch sex acts being performed on it
Your face reminds me of a VCR - it’s frightening and confusing to old people
Your face reminds me of a VCR - anything that comes out of it is a copy of a copy of a copy
Your face reminds me of a VCR - I wish i could find the damn remote for it so I can fast-forward through the boring parts
Your face reminds me of a VCR - it’s always inappropriately chewing things up and spitting them out
The thing about Christina Tosi’s ice cream is that the names are 100% honest. When she says the flavor of something is cereal milk, that doesn’t mean she’s evoking the experience of drinking cereal milk or alluding to the flavor of cereal milk—that shit tastes exactly like cereal milk, only more so, and like identifiable kinds of cereal milk. So when she puts together rosemary flavored ice cream, it’s not rosemary-scented, or mingled with other flavors. It tastes like rosemary, so much so that it’s not sweet. Instead, she couples it with the quality one would normally associate with rosemary: saltiness. It’s salty, rosemary-flavored ice cream. This makes sense, when you think about it. Rosemary is best when coupled with salty and some fatty meat, like lamb, so the ice cream here just stands in for fat. But you’re not thinking about that when you’re eating it. You’re just thinking, holy shit, this tastes like rosemary. It’s brilliant, and delicious, and I didn’t really like it, but I want to eat it again.