Friday, May 29, 2009

THIS CITY






self-portaits



self-portraits
vogue italy march 2000
photographer: paolo roversi














Friday, May 15, 2009

DAMN H&M


YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE H&M.











THE REST OF THE H&M AUTUMN 2009 PREVIEW CAN BE SEEN HERE ON SELECTISM.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Paolo y Shalom


YEAH SHE FINE.


















GIORGIO ARMANI
PHOTOGRAPHER: PAOLO ROVERSI
MODEL: SHALOM HARLOW

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Spontaneity


I was climbing the hallway in my apartment building like Spiderman this weekend and noticed a knife stashed on top of my door. It's still there. Another oddity to add to The List.

The List:

-Sketchy neighbor down the hall drunk, shirtless and shoeless outside with a foot long knife in his hand looking for someone to kill.
-Broken glass and blood everywhere (walls, stairs, little puddle here/there) in my apartment building accompanied by two men bleeding from the head.
-4PM muggings outside my window accompanied by a later 9PM mugging only 10 feet away from the original.
-Neighbors across the alley are crack dealers.
-The pigeons attracted to the chicken bones my crack dealing neighbors throw out their doors and windows.


BAY TO BREAKERS... Is anyone running it? It might be my first running event in more than 5 years. It will taste so delicious if... Fuck it. I'm going to sign up right now. No more might or ifs.

Update:
I just registered.


Friday, May 1, 2009

101 and 1962

Cory and I needed out of the city. Traveling is taking the invisible weights off your body. Decongesting everything, it is the Vick's Vapor Rub for the soul. We ventured north on the 101 gliding with the up and down and side to side curvatures of highway in his bug while admiring the smells and sights it offered. I stuck my head out the window many times with my eyes shut with only the sensation of the crisp wind pushing against my face and the delicious smell of the Earth filling my nostrils to feed my experience. Another smell experienced was that of dog breath which resembled the scent of a fish market. Roxy, Cory's dog, was most comfortable stationed right behind me breathing heavily on my neck. The stench, skillful, agile and aimed at my nose, slingshotted around my neck and struck with great accuracy. It was like Luke Skywalker's navigating to destroy the Death Star in episode IV of Star Wars. For the most part of the three days, Roxy breathed behind me, I breathed out the window, and Cory drove.

No tent means you're sleeping out in the open, and that's what I did for the first night. We arrived delirious at our campsite at around maybe 3 in the morning after stingily passing up "other" campgrounds. I slept on the forest floor with only a thin one inch air cushion separating me from the Earth. It was Earthy? My mummy bag rated to 0 degrees Farenheit left me comfortably snoozing below the stars with only trees to shadow my view. The second night, it rained. Cory and I were miserable, so was Roxy. Why? We compressed and contorted ourselves to sleep inside a Volkswagen Bug. But the morning was rather spectacular, to wake up surrounded by thousands year old and hundreds feet tall Redwood trees.

What drove Cory, was a search for mud. Fitted with off-roading tires, his 1962 Volkswagen Bug can climb and descend off-road trails, slide through mud and crawl slowly and annoyingly up highway grades. The rewarding and Berlin's "Take my breath away" moment came when we followed through with Hippy Tim's advice and veered right at mile marker 90.88 on the road out to the 1 from the 101. What we encountered and navigated was an off-roader's fantasy mountain that led to a private beach, accessible only by off-roading your way there.

(The photographs are large so click on them)


This is me looking like a squatter.