Photographs from last year:
Coachella Two Thousand and Eight
Part Two of Coachella 2008 Photographs
Friday, January 30, 2009
COACHELLA COACHELLA
I am Ready Freddy. The time I look forward to more than Christmas and my birthday is here and the gifts are finally announced.
LES DO DIS ONE MO 'GAIN.
Photographs from last year:
Coachella Two Thousand and Eight
Part Two of Coachella 2008 Photographs
Photographs from last year:
Coachella Two Thousand and Eight
Part Two of Coachella 2008 Photographs
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Only in the Castro
Looking at tonight's class schedules at 24 Hour Fitness, I found 24 Tease, a class to help me get in touch with the stripper within.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The Little Things Count
It really is beautiful seeing a community so active and so in control. It is the complete opposite of where I grew up. What I always held in high regard and was enticing to me is how everyones voice is audible, which was one incentive for my move to San Francisco, even though I don't speak much. It is as if every resident was given a megaphone for living here and can turn it on and have people listen whenever they like.
San Francisco- the best soil to grow any idea in.
One post bitches about the city, the other post praises the city. It's a love/hate relationship really.
On another note, I heard all the signs for Bush St. here in San Francisco have been covered with signs that say Obama on them.
Today is a beautiful day.
Live in the moment
Chewable melatonin
27 episodes of Doogie Howser M.D.
Headaches
Audio chat with a friend in Tokyo
Not consuming liquids or food until 7PM
We all have weird moments... right?
27 episodes of Doogie Howser M.D.
Headaches
Audio chat with a friend in Tokyo
Not consuming liquids or food until 7PM
We all have weird moments... right?
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Savor Sunny Sunday
Cell phone pictures:
The Reverend Al Sharpton
Somewhere between SF and LA during the AIDS/Lifecycle ride
Some bridge near Santa Barbara during the AIDs/Lifecycle ride
The adjacent bridge near Santa Barbara during the AIDS/Lifecycle ride
I am guessing someones pet was consumed by a coyote in downtown Huntington Beach
One of the greatest movies ever made
At the campground somewhere in Oregon
Fish N Chips in Oregon... I look bottomless
It tasted good.
One of our gifts from our 90+ mile day we spent attempting to share a climbing mountain road which lacked a shoulder with many fast moving semi-trailer trucks.
The day we met the man who shared with us his hooker and crack stories. The bedtime stories for adults.
The day we climbed to heaven
The view from city college
Red Cheeks at the Folsom Street Fair
A syringe outside my door
The day the top of the garbage truck ripped the fire escape everyone urinates over, through and under
SF from Twin Peaks at night
SF from Twin Peaks at day
The day I found a painting of my friend Phoebe from Orange County inside a hotel in San Francisco
The photograph I took for Kelly
I am in dire need of a point-and-shoot. The camera phone will not suffice. Film and digital would hit the spot.
I drank a lot last night and I woke up early and without adequate sleep as usual. I fall asleep or pass out really, really well when I consume a good amount of alcohol but I can only sleep for a few hours. Is it just me? I woke up at around 7 a.m. and spent the rest of my time on Hulu.
Here are some SNL videos I thought I should share:
Happy Sunday
I am in dire need of a point-and-shoot. The camera phone will not suffice. Film and digital would hit the spot.
I drank a lot last night and I woke up early and without adequate sleep as usual. I fall asleep or pass out really, really well when I consume a good amount of alcohol but I can only sleep for a few hours. Is it just me? I woke up at around 7 a.m. and spent the rest of my time on Hulu.
Here are some SNL videos I thought I should share:
Happy Sunday
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Publish the Draft
Tonight, I texted Kelly telling her I felt "misplaced".
Tonight was Tara and Jessica's annual Christmas party in Silverlake. I was 380.18 miles away at a 18 and over club. My boredom drove me to walk home. My boredom and
I walked.
I purchased a small chese pizza.
I fed some others but most of it found a home in my stomach.
I walked again.
I used food as a cure to remedy my inability to relax. Eating outdoors is a stabilizer and calming agent. It sooths me. I once brought a box of Capri Sun's to a party in high school. I eat bananas at parties I attend. Last year, I brought green tea with added honey to the Christmas party.
I tried to find something to fix this internal restlessness.
I keep losing faith in this city every time I go out. It scares me when I say specifically for the snobbish reasons that give rise to such statements.
Nighttime is not a beautiful time in San Francisco. Usually when the lights go out, people become more comfortable. I become clausterphobic. It is like that saying "more fish in the sea", but think of it as your sea is almost dry and is now a very small pond. I haven't found many meaningful pursuits in people or anything else here. I haven't found many people that do not snort cocaine. I try my best to accept the behavior of others but I cannot control the cringe my mind and body undergo when introduced to certain elements. The melatonin, many slices of pizza or other unspecified variables are growing in weight.
I wrote this at 2:49AM on the night of my birthday (Dec. 20th) and just now decided to publish it for reasons I cannot mold into words.
Tonight was Tara and Jessica's annual Christmas party in Silverlake. I was 380.18 miles away at a 18 and over club. My boredom drove me to walk home. My boredom and
I walked.
I purchased a small chese pizza.
I fed some others but most of it found a home in my stomach.
I walked again.
I used food as a cure to remedy my inability to relax. Eating outdoors is a stabilizer and calming agent. It sooths me. I once brought a box of Capri Sun's to a party in high school. I eat bananas at parties I attend. Last year, I brought green tea with added honey to the Christmas party.
I tried to find something to fix this internal restlessness.
I keep losing faith in this city every time I go out. It scares me when I say specifically for the snobbish reasons that give rise to such statements.
Nighttime is not a beautiful time in San Francisco. Usually when the lights go out, people become more comfortable. I become clausterphobic. It is like that saying "more fish in the sea", but think of it as your sea is almost dry and is now a very small pond. I haven't found many meaningful pursuits in people or anything else here. I haven't found many people that do not snort cocaine. I try my best to accept the behavior of others but I cannot control the cringe my mind and body undergo when introduced to certain elements. The melatonin, many slices of pizza or other unspecified variables are growing in weight.
I wrote this at 2:49AM on the night of my birthday (Dec. 20th) and just now decided to publish it for reasons I cannot mold into words.
Numero #98
"Divine"
Numero #98
November 2008
Photographer: Solve Sundsbo
Model: Isabeli Fontana
Just some shit I thought I should share since that is the point of this blog.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Filippa K- San Francisco
Filippa K- San Francisco
1/15/09
6:00PM-9:00PM
66 Kearny Street
San Francisco, CA 94108
(415)951-0210
Jump on it.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Home Sweet Home
I am lying in my moms bed in Huntington Beach. I don't feel like my head has shrapnel in it. It is very calm here.
What I just wrote to a friend:
"Today, it is windy. I have yet to look outside but I can see the light change because of the trees swaying and I can hear the howls. I have yet to decide what I want to eat but I know my selections: Fiesta Grill, Jan's Health Bar or the cafe on Orange Street... and they are all near my house. I'm going to bring the magazines that don't get delivered to my apartment in San Francisco and read through them to catch up on photographs and articles I assume. You know me, I eat up photos.
I'm trying to reconnect with those that ground me. You know, all those people you love and care about. I have a mental list of people in Orange County and a pretty vague but easy to figure out list of people in Los Angeles to visit."
San Francisco was never a home to me but always regarded as a temporary stay. A place to transition from one thing or being to the next. I have yet to receive what I want from that city so therefore, I am still a resident there. But that will change within the next year.
I guess these are my New Year's resolutions, or just shit I've had on a list that I've been meaning to get to for a while that turned into a New Year's resolution on accident:
Get a job
Save money
Develop my photography
Cycle and compete
I believe LA will be my next stay, and I believe I will want to move on to a bigger place once it feels smaller. I feel like a hermit crab. "I can't get no satisfaction."
Complaints against San Francisco:
-EVERYONE does coke. I try my best to be open but my body and mind cringe when around it, always.
-The lack of industry: fashion photography, stylists, make-up artists, clothing companies, magazines and music. And what little of the industry is there, it is small-time, mediocre or less.
-The lack of pretty women. They are endangered and soon to be extinct in San Francisco.
-The surplus of hipsters, trashy and pudgy women.
-Fixed gear bicycles.
-The repetitiveness of the city: same people, same clothing, same interests.
-The few close friends I have in San Francisco. It's funny that all of them are not from San Francisco. Instead, they are from Chile, Orange County and Bolivia. That says a lot.
-The cost of living. I pay $950 a month plus utilities for a studio that scares my guests.
Reasons why I love San Francisco:
-The architecture is one to appreciate. The Victorian houses, the downtown buildings and the towers of the Financial District are all delights. It feels a little like New York.
-Public transportation is amazing. I left my car in Huntington Beach and I haven't driven it since last January. BART and MUNI take care of you.
-Air quality is bomb.
-Cycling. I am referring to cycling outside of the city which most of the kids on fixed gears never do. It is absolutely beautiful. The hills, the green countryside, the wild turkeys, the ran over deer in the bike lanes and the empty country roads. You can't ask for more. Also, San Francisco offers a plethora of races, teams and bike shops.
-FOOOOOOOOOOD is bomb. The best Mexican food I have ever had. The bakeries, Vietnamese food, Thai, Chinese, Italian... the pizza!! I can go on and on.
-The progressiveness of the city. All employers must provide health insurance to their employees. I don't even know where to start on the countless examples one can provide. But San Francisco is a place for ideas to happen, for change to happen. It is the city that is the testing waters for a new idea which the rest of country can adopt. It serves as a model for transportation, health care and countless other things. The openness to religion and sex this city has is commendable. Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhist and everything else except Scientology is welcome.
-I like the weather dearly. The things you can wear and the seasons you can feel make it charming and merrymaking.
I just don't see a future in San Francisco, but I will miss it dearly. There are so many reasons to appreciate this city.
What I just wrote to a friend:
"Today, it is windy. I have yet to look outside but I can see the light change because of the trees swaying and I can hear the howls. I have yet to decide what I want to eat but I know my selections: Fiesta Grill, Jan's Health Bar or the cafe on Orange Street... and they are all near my house. I'm going to bring the magazines that don't get delivered to my apartment in San Francisco and read through them to catch up on photographs and articles I assume. You know me, I eat up photos.
I'm trying to reconnect with those that ground me. You know, all those people you love and care about. I have a mental list of people in Orange County and a pretty vague but easy to figure out list of people in Los Angeles to visit."
San Francisco was never a home to me but always regarded as a temporary stay. A place to transition from one thing or being to the next. I have yet to receive what I want from that city so therefore, I am still a resident there. But that will change within the next year.
I guess these are my New Year's resolutions, or just shit I've had on a list that I've been meaning to get to for a while that turned into a New Year's resolution on accident:
Get a job
Save money
Develop my photography
Cycle and compete
I believe LA will be my next stay, and I believe I will want to move on to a bigger place once it feels smaller. I feel like a hermit crab. "I can't get no satisfaction."
Complaints against San Francisco:
-EVERYONE does coke. I try my best to be open but my body and mind cringe when around it, always.
-The lack of industry: fashion photography, stylists, make-up artists, clothing companies, magazines and music. And what little of the industry is there, it is small-time, mediocre or less.
-The lack of pretty women. They are endangered and soon to be extinct in San Francisco.
-The surplus of hipsters, trashy and pudgy women.
-Fixed gear bicycles.
-The repetitiveness of the city: same people, same clothing, same interests.
-The few close friends I have in San Francisco. It's funny that all of them are not from San Francisco. Instead, they are from Chile, Orange County and Bolivia. That says a lot.
-The cost of living. I pay $950 a month plus utilities for a studio that scares my guests.
Reasons why I love San Francisco:
-The architecture is one to appreciate. The Victorian houses, the downtown buildings and the towers of the Financial District are all delights. It feels a little like New York.
-Public transportation is amazing. I left my car in Huntington Beach and I haven't driven it since last January. BART and MUNI take care of you.
-Air quality is bomb.
-Cycling. I am referring to cycling outside of the city which most of the kids on fixed gears never do. It is absolutely beautiful. The hills, the green countryside, the wild turkeys, the ran over deer in the bike lanes and the empty country roads. You can't ask for more. Also, San Francisco offers a plethora of races, teams and bike shops.
-FOOOOOOOOOOD is bomb. The best Mexican food I have ever had. The bakeries, Vietnamese food, Thai, Chinese, Italian... the pizza!! I can go on and on.
-The progressiveness of the city. All employers must provide health insurance to their employees. I don't even know where to start on the countless examples one can provide. But San Francisco is a place for ideas to happen, for change to happen. It is the city that is the testing waters for a new idea which the rest of country can adopt. It serves as a model for transportation, health care and countless other things. The openness to religion and sex this city has is commendable. Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhist and everything else except Scientology is welcome.
-I like the weather dearly. The things you can wear and the seasons you can feel make it charming and merrymaking.
I just don't see a future in San Francisco, but I will miss it dearly. There are so many reasons to appreciate this city.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Matthew McConaughey Will Always Be Dazed & Confused
Read his MySpace blog on his travels.
My favorite excerpt from Wikipedia:
"On October 24, 1999, McConaughey was arrested at his home in Austin, Texas on charges of possession of marijuana and resisting arrest. The police were responding to a 2:30 a.m. noise disturbance call. According to police reports, McConaughey was dancing around naked and playing bongo drums with a friend, actor Cole Hauser, a co-actor in Dazed and Confused (1993).[11][12] The drug charges were dropped, but McConaughey pled guilty for violating the city's noise ordinance and paid a USD $50 fine."
The famous scene from Dazed and Confused:
Matt Damon's Matthew McConaughey impersonation:
RESURRECT THE DEAD
Last night I was attacked by a Grey Goose. Today, I am left with a clutching headache that has not let go of my skull go for over twelve hours.
Somewhere between Fresno and Yosemite August 2006
Yosemite August 2006
Shibuya Crossing Tokyo January 2007
Sushi Bar in Tokyo January 2007
Berlin Subway August 2005
Legs
The Sounds August 2006
House Fire 2005
Chicago December 2006
New Orleans January 2006
Shasta Snow Trip February 2007
Shasta Snow Trip February 2007
Shasta Snow Trip February 2007
Somewhere between Fresno and Yosemite August 2006
Yosemite August 2006
Shibuya Crossing Tokyo January 2007
Sushi Bar in Tokyo January 2007
Berlin Subway August 2005
Legs
The Sounds August 2006
House Fire 2005
Chicago December 2006
New Orleans January 2006
Shasta Snow Trip February 2007
Shasta Snow Trip February 2007
Shasta Snow Trip February 2007
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