How did you spend your America’s birthday?
Under the sun?
Giving zeros fucks?
Be an ass if you wanna?
and yer girls?
and plant a juicy one on ’em?
To the beat?
goes your weasel?
In her hair?
Laugh out loud?
‘Til you’re pooped?
Bask in the afterglow?
With someone you love?
By the dawn’s early light?
Or the rocket’s red glare?
Whatever you want, baby.
Cuz FREEDOM, THOUGH.
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Leave it up to America to play a big ol’ game of SPORTS SPORTS SPORTS in the World Cup on Canada’s day.
But all’s fair in love and war
so come one, neck braces, wheelchairs, non-US citizens even, come all. All America asks is that you
and I mean
and even then, like many short-lived romances,
drunken, hungry, and wanting
until defeated and disposed. Just remember when you’ve lost. When your sunny day heart breaks, there’s always
HAPPY CANADA DAY
This entry was written by Events, Friends, Joey Ng, Los Angeles and tagged Acid Wash High-Waist Jean Cuff Short, American Apparel, Canada, Charlotte, DTLA, Flat Lattice Jelly Sandal, Geo Lace Bodysuit, Hollywood, Ilirjana Aлусхај, Jasmine Safaeian, Katherine Kwei, Littlefork, Nike, Nike LA, Sixth and Mill, USA, World Cup. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on July 2, 2014 at 9:37 am, filed under
I met Ibe Soliman last NYFW at the Public School NYC after party where he was playing shit hot remixes of a few my friends’ releases. Based in downtown NYC, he’s produced for international heavy weights such as Faith Evans, Rick Ross, Keyshia Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Flatbush Zombies.
This season, in celebration of Public School NYC’s CFDA Menswear Designer of the year win, Ibe has released a Jersey Club / bass heavy remix pack, PSNYFTW. Crowd favourite ‘Freek’N You’ has seen some heavy rotations in clubs on both coasts and featured on Do Androids Dance by Jake Lang.
In conjunction, Dao Yi himself has personally interviewed Ibe and featured his profile on Public School New York’s WNL magazine of creative leaders. Read the article here and bang the tracks – available for free download – below.
He’s in town in LA this week, hit me up if you wanna party.
This entry was written by Friends, Music and tagged 2 Live Crew, Dao Yi, Do Androids Dance, Freek'N You, Gucci Mane, Hell Yeah, Ibe Soliman, Jake Lang, Jodeci, Juicy J, M.I.A., PSYNYFTW, Public School NYC, Remix, UhOhhh. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on June 24, 2014 at 3:01 pm, filed under
Sometimes it’s good to be in California.
It gives you space to breathe
and a lot of time in your car
to get used to being alone
with your thoughts
Are you happy?
Just to be alive?
What are you doing with your day?
And is it enough?
Are you afraid?
Are you in love?
N does he say the right thing
when you wake up in the morning?
Which is always
‘Let’s get you some food’
N if you had a little owl on your shoulder whispering words of wisdom in yer ear
would the owl be whispering
‘Yer doing juuuuust fine’
or would he be whispering
[All photos by Maxime Quoilin]
This entry was written by Friends, Joey Ng, Los Angeles, Photos and tagged American Apparel, Maxime Quoilin, Silverlake, Unisex Fisherman's Pullover, Venice. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on December 12, 2013 at 5:52 pm, filed under
They say the best camera is the one you always have with you. Other than my iPhone, I’m blessed with toting around one of NYC-via-Belgium’s brightest Creative Directors and candid Ricoh moment capturer, Maxime Quoilin, with me at most times.
Borrow my +1 on this visual gangster’s backstage pass and enter his striking metropolitan cool aesthetic world of elusive DJs
at unforgettable parties
with old friends
like myself and DJ Slow
and in new cities
like the parts of yours yet to be discovered.
you’ll be hooked, bien sûr.
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Some of you might not know
this but today is DJ Slow
He’s turning 23
on the 23rd
which makes this his champagne
more than jtt
less than three
just hold on we’re going home
Happy Birthday, BB.
<3 <3 <3
“At its core, music journalism is just people pretending to write about a band in order to write about themselves so people pretending to read about bands can read about themselves.”
On the music PR advice front, the article also says “‘A band put out a record’ is not a story.”
Now, I’m not a music journalist, but I will tell you a story to get you to see this band who put out a record and is playing a show.
Below are photos from 2007. That was my boyfriend at the time, Morgan.
Morgan was on TV
and in a band.
People loved that band. I love that band. They played a few years ago at Pianos and that night I apologised for writing lots of mean things about him in the past. The thing is, when the people you love, leave you, it’s easiest to lash out and make yerself hate ’em than to deal with being sad and feeling alone.
I don’t blog bitchy bad things about dudes anymore. And I can proudly admit that I will always love Morgan as a too talented dude who will forever be way cooler than I will ever be.
This is a song that Morgan produced and the music video for it that he also produced.
You’re gonna like the part where it goes ‘C’mon Honeeeeyyyy’ and the guitary deer-neer-neer bits.
And while you’re at it and instagramming the shit out of all the shows you’re seeing, stop by the IMPOSSIBLE x The Culture of Me‘s CMJ Artist Lounge in SoHo to get those photos printed, like IRL, and say hi to Jeff Meltz for me cuz I’m in LA rn.
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Scotch & Soda opened up a new store in Union Square and the launch party was hella packed.
We swiftly left to make room for all the suckers in line and headed to the NMRKT Fashion Series Party at Mister H.
This neon sign says LOVE HAPPINESS DRUNKENNESS
And since none of the chicks were prostitutes, the boys had to play a game of who’s taller than whom to score ’em.
But hey, why not take ’em both for 13 feet of fun!
Or an AZN and a JEWZN cuz it’s all good when you’re up to no good.
This entry was written by Events, Fashion, Friends, Joey Ng, New York, Photos and tagged Chris Reed, Electric Gentleman, Julia Jacobson, Kelsey Panicco, Max Bosch, Miguel Gesso, Mister H, Mondrian SoHo, Natalie Off Duty, Natalie Suarez, NMRKT, Ryan Fleisch, Scotch & Soda, Susie G, The Fashion Series, Union Square, Vesper Wolfe. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on April 8, 2013 at 9:00 am, filed under
The good thing about New York is that so much of it stays the same. You can always expect a good time, good-looking photographs, and even better looking people at Milk Gallery.
Dennis Stock’s collection of photographs featuring icons, Audrey Hepburn, James Dean, Grace Kelly, Marilyn Monroe, and more is up now at Milk Gallery until the 17th.
I’d take James Deen over Dean any day but boy, what a sight to behold on any given afternoon, eh? Babe, diner, cake. Die.
The only person you’d ever want to see in Times Square.
MUPPETS!!!!! Joel W Henderson
Our new pet, Vesper Wolfe, and I.
In da hood they call me 2phonezzzzzz Chris and the very techy Jiddy Committee.
Joel Eel rolling up ready with a black panther pin and a Muji pen. All set.
Then I bounced with Rocky Li and R2D2 to make some sweet sweet songs.
Stock you on the internet, later.
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One year ago, I saw this. I saw Michelle’s facebook status on my feed and I couldn’t believe it. I said no. No. And I called Trudy. I called Trudy what seemed like a thousand times and she wasn’t answering. So I sat there going through my phone book calling anyone I knew who might’ve also known you. Ron picked up. He saw it, too. But he didn’t know, nobody knew exactly what happened.
Except that you were gone.
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t do anything but cry and listen to the sound of my emails coming through hundreds of times all day like they do every day. Except for the first time in years, I had absolutely no intention of dealing with them.
There wasn’t much of the ceramic floor that wasn’t covered in kleenex butterflies.
Marissa got a flight to Miami.
Remember when the three of us had lunch on the patio at Urth Caffe? It was years ago. But not so long that I couldn’t tell you exactly what was said. What happened in the days after, word for word.
I didn’t sleep.
I got pretty the next day. I held Charlie’s hand in the cab from the airport back to 14th and Collins. He asked me how I’d been and I had to tell him “My ex passed away” and pretended to be ok.
It was a lot of pretending to be ok.
We ate and we fucked and we hung out on the beach. And then Marissa arrived, for my sake, and it was a lot of fun like it should have been. Listening to Mario, wearing leopard prints, singing Disney songs drunk, and ordering tater tots at The Standard pool. And it was the same, mostly, for the rest of the year.
A lot of coasting by.
But there are times. Like when Dov said I could write a memo to the staff about you, between a plate of oysters being removed and another dish being placed on the table. Or when I had to live in the house I last shared with you, for months. And I could feel you in every corner. Making fun of me. Or every single. fucking. time I see that polaroid of you, the one that Maceo said was his favourite of all.
Today, it will be hard.
And I think the worst part of it all is knowing that they will never understand – all the people, everyone who hadn’t gotten to know you – just how incredibly special you were. There will never be another you. Absolutely not.
And I know, by no means, am I a patron of your memory. These are just mine.
And I miss you.
Forever, at times.
Richard Scott Gimbel II, February 17th, 1979 – January 15th, 2012.