MIDNIGHT ON MISSION STREET...

This is like the ultimate prom nightmare.


Who wants to join me for some hot links tomorrow morning at the Star Motel? We can welcome the new case manager Daniel.



It's nice to know that I can still get a good pimp suit nearby... and so can the kids!


Check out the mug on this one. Jesus, thats scary.

LOOKIN' FOR TROUBLE?...

David and I took the trek out to 46th and Judah this morning to see our friend Giulietta, who recently opened the Trouble Coffee Company. Trouble is a great little independent coffee shop run by a young lady who knows the ins and outs of coffee roasting and being a pro barista. Below are a few shots from this morning...

A cool little storefront out in the Sunset.

Owner and operator, Giulietta. This girl has the kind of energy that could light up a small town.


The espresso machine says it all.


The menu - Elbow Grease (her own brand of coffee), espresso, tea, coconut (yes, a real coconut), and toast (thick toast with a delicious dusting of cinnamon sugar). All local and all independent.


You really should.



My breakfast... and probably my breakfast every Saturday from now on.


The sign on the door says it all.





Artists David Benzler and Charlie Callahan created permanent installations in the shop that truly make it feel like a home. All of the ephemera reminds us of a well traveled life.


This happy dog just stopped by after playing at the beach.



The Trouble stereo... Fugazi was our soundtrack for breakfast this morning.



Be sure to stop by and say hi to Giulietta. Enjoy.

WE CAN HOPE...

The kids over at the Japanese hipster fashion brand Neighborhood just created this masterpiece. They will be releasing this shirt and button in the next few days, via their online store. October 19th just might be a great day.

BEAUTY AMONGST CHAOS...

The lovely and talented Sarah Spitler is having a solo show of her mesmerizingly ethereal and deeply layered paintings at Ritual Roasters. You can see more of Sarah's work on her site, but nothing compares to seeing the pieces in real life. I guarantee that if you go, you will spend hours examining each piece - finding more and more every time you look.

Here is an excerpt from Sarah's artist statement...
"Chaos manifests itself alongside form in my work. Chaos is powerful in that it is beyond human control; specifically, it interests me in depiction as catastrophe - as the uncontrollable and random force of natural cataclysms. I enjoy the emergence of fragments of imagery in relation to a destructive force - they become reduced and ephemeral, they are representative of the momentary and transient. However, according to the scientific study of chaos, it is the minute and transient that manifest as larger factors, further down in the equation, in the study of matter."

Sarah Spitler "New Work"
Sept 30 -Oct 28
Opening Reception:
Saturday October 6, 6-9 pm

CAMPIN' WITH CHELSEA - PART 3...

There was a good chance it would rain that night, so we rigged up this giant tarp. Luckily, it was big enough to cover our tent and our table. We could sit under it and still put our feet up to the fire. It was perfect.


While Chelsea and I are dead asleep, we hear what sounds like an animal dragging one of our coolers. Of course, we were sure it was a bear... or an escaped convict... or a gang of pygmies. But no... we woke up and found these muddy little paw prints. It was actually just a little raccoon, trying to steal a Tecate.



This is Milton's girlfriend, Mildred. She likes carrots, too.


This is Buddy, the camp hound.



Just an obligatory California coastline photo. We ate lunch on the bluffs over Mendocino. And that is Maynard, our seagull amigo.


This is a view of the drive on Hwy 128, from the 101 to the 1. It is a beautiful drive from open flat farmlands to mountains to thick green forests.


I saw this crazy old barn and made a u-turn to get a photo. As I did, the back woods Deliverance-style father and sons that lived next door came out and gave me a stare that let me know I wasn't welcome. So I sped away... praying that a pickup truck full of hicks wasn't gonna follow me.






Along the way, I found 3 roadside memorials. Over the past few years, I have become increasingly interested in random memorials and photographing them. I have found them on sidewalks, in warehouses, on roadsides... anywhere and everywhere. There is something incredible about people taking the time to remember a loved one in this way.



A couple of nutty mailboxes - the Pinolis and the hippies.



I saw this "nativity" scene on my last drive back from camping. If you look closely, you will not see a little baby Jesus, nor any wisemen... only a big fish and some tiny flamingos. Then, down the road... I found this crucifix and another group of flamingos. I think this person has a thing for flamingo, and is really confused about Christianity.


I love this sign.

ANEE'S LAST 10...

Hair stylist to the stars (and all-around bad-ass), Anee Mew, is the first person to send me their last 10 iPod songs... and it's a pretty rockin' list! (aside from that Hall & Oates nonsense) Thanks kid, you get a gold star.

1. bad- michael jackson
2. turn up the radio - autograph
3. bang bang- danger danger
4. the final countdown- europe
5. don't treat me bad- firehouse
6. sweet child of mine- gnr
7. rocket queen- gnr
8. rich girl- hall and oates
9. kiss me deadly- lita ford
10. edge of a broken heart- vixen

Send me YOUR last 10 iPod songs and a photo for the ol' bloggy blog. Hurry!

LET'S GET FOLKY...

Folky, "outsider" artist Clare Rojas has a solo show with giant installations, paintings, and banjos that adorn the walls at Paule Anglim. The show is coming down this Saturday, so you better hurry! If you want to see some older work, check out her shows at the Kavi Gupta Gallery and the Los Angeles up and coming artist launch pad, New Image Art.

HEAR YE, HEAR YE...

It has been decided. The ball will be branded with an asterisk and sent to Cooperstown. It's not my first choice, but it is still pretty damn good. Way to go, Marc Ecko!

BACK FROM A WALK...

Sidewalk modern art.


I had no idea.


See... he really does care.