HOBO ROY.

{HOBO MAGAZINE have a new website up and running, and a new issue that just came out. Always amazing. Anyway, thanks to the new site I got to stumble across some of the features from their older issues; like several amazing HENRY ROY photo journals}

Round n' Round

Round N' Round
At FRANKLIN PARRASCH GALLERY
Oct 16th - Nov 28th 2009

"Franklin Parrasch Gallery is pleased to present Round N' Round – an exhibition which includes the premier of a new film and sculpture, as well as drawings, poems and correspondences by Mark Gonzales. Gonzales, who has been skateboarding professionally since he was a teenager is a prime mover in bringing the inherently improvisational, free-ranging attitude manifested in skateboarding's engagement with the built and graphic environment to a wider audience. Gonzales's work has been exhibited internationally, and his skating has been documented by Spike Jonze among other filmmakers."

A CATALOG will also be available for $20.

I'll be going. Probably. Thanks Babe.

LII

Brion Nuda Rosch

{HERE & HERE}

Well.

{JUST HURRY UP ALREADY}

INVENTORY.

{One of the OLD daily updaters, got a NEW name and fresh look. Print magazine coming soon too. Check it out if you get a second, and care about what you wear. Good dudes are behind this}

The Executioner's Song

HTXIII

{A lot of time spent looking through windows. Hospitals or otherwise}

Haw-Lines

{Anyone else frequently get this when they check HAW-LIN? Anyone else get frustrated they can't see an update, but also stoked on the weird random art? Just me then}

Young Dreamer.

She’s a difficult little fucker. Forever swimming in circles. Not eating. Not doing much. She’s temperamental at best. Flakey. Running late. Or more so: making me, making us, late. Forever leaving her things around the place. Water splashed across the tile. She’s not the most hygienic. Not that I mind too much, I’m just saying. She frequently forgets where she left the things that she leaves lying around, or hides beneath the sofa. She searches them out, barks at me, orders me around: find them, find them! She’s a restless sleeper. Wakes us both up in the night. Walks around in circles; muttering to herself is the best way to describe it. Gets us up: Will you make me some food? Please. An early start to the day, and yet: still we’re rushing. We need to go out before we go out, we have things to buy, things to stock up on, things she needs. We’ve got a laundry list. She howls at me: But why? She doesn’t understand why we have to go to dinner in the first place. Why we have to meet these people, make small talk. We could be at home, she thinks. We could at least leave a light on. She’s forever sulking; head buried in her shoulder; an uncomfortable position, I think, but she seems happy lying like that. She cocks her head at me. She raises an eyebrow. And when we leave, and head towards the train, and leave her behind, she will nonchalantly rise from the bed, stretch her hind legs, walk casually to the bathroom and piss all over the old grain sack we use as a matt.

Nobel.

{Really? I mean, give the man a break/chance}

HTXII

HTXI

{With a little Austin too}

P.S. Note RUSHMORE ACADEMY third from bottom

Films.

{I just got 5 rolls of film back from the last month or so. Onslaught coming}

Down Or Out

Michael Kennedy.

{Pass Port To Trespass}

Always Worth a Look.