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Will you still love me, tomorrow?

Red glare

How did you spend your America’s birthday?

Under the sun?

Giving zeros fucks?

Be an ass if you wanna?

Drinkin’? Watermelon?

Wit’cher boys?

and yer girls?

Pucker up

and plant a juicy one on ’em?

Pound it?

To the beat?

Then POP!

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.

Featured in this post:
Destinee Handly
George Lewis Jr.
Adrian Rodriguez‘s backyard

This entry was written by Joey, posted on July 8, 2014 at 9:26 am, filed under Babes, Events, Friends, Joey Ng, Los Angeles, Photos and tagged , , , , , , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

US, Eh?

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

proud

yet anxious

triumphant

until defeated and disposed. Just remember when you’ve lost. When your sunny day heart breaks, there’s always

Canada.

HAPPY CANADA DAY
xo

Featured in this post:
World Cup viewing hosted by Nike LA at Sixth and Mill
Jasmine Safaeian
Ilirjana Aлусхај
Lobster Roll & Short Rib Poutine from Littlefork

My outfit:
Geo Lace Bodysuit: American Apparel
Acid Wash High-Waist Jean Cuff Short: American Apparel
Flat Lattice Jelly Sandal: American Apparel
Charlotte Bag: (Gifted by) Katherine Kwei

This entry was written by Joey, posted on July 2, 2014 at 9:37 am, filed under Events, Friends, Joey Ng, Los Angeles and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

PSNYFTW

PSNYFTW

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 Joey, posted on June 24, 2014 at 3:01 pm, filed under Friends, Music and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

RN

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
‘It’s time…’

[All photos by Maxime Quoilin]

This entry was written by Joey, posted on December 12, 2013 at 5:52 pm, filed under Friends, Joey Ng, Los Angeles, Photos and tagged , , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

First Name Greatest: Maxime Quoilin

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

like Cashmere Cat, Lunice, Baauer, Oneman, and more

at unforgettable parties

like Ed Banger’s 10th anniversary

with old friends

like myself and DJ Slow

and in new cities

like the parts of yours yet to be discovered.

To follow Max on his street cred level ups:
Instagram: @rsteadfast
Tumblr: rsteadfast.tumblr.com
Twitter: @rsteadfast

you’ll be hooked, bien sûr.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on December 9, 2013 at 8:58 am, filed under Art, Friends, Joey Ng, Music, New York, Photos and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Three Oh

coney1

Some of you might not know
this but today is DJ Slow
‘s birthday
He’s turning 23
on the 23rd
which makes this his champagne
birthday

more than jtt
cuz
less than three

just hold on we’re going home

Happy Birthday, BB.
<3 <3 <3

This entry was written by Joey, posted on October 23, 2013 at 4:49 am, filed under Babes, Friends, Love, New York, Photos and tagged , , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

CMJ: Weaves + IMPOSSIBLE x Culture of Me

“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.”

– from this article on music journalism by Luke O’Neil on Bullett.

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.

WEAVES at CMJ.

Below are photos from 2007. That was my boyfriend at the time, Morgan.

morgo

Remember formspring? I have one. You can ask me anything on it. People haven’t in a long time, but I was reading through my old answers last night.

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.

He is in a new band now. They are playing at CMJ on the 15th at Baby’s All Right and the 18th at Santos Party House.

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.

Then you’re gonna go see WEAVES play at CMJ.

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.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on October 14, 2013 at 4:15 pm, filed under Events, Friends, Music, New York, Video and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Scotch & Soda,
NMRKT Fashion Series Party

Scotch & Soda opened up a new store in Union Square and the launch party was hella packed.

So baby hid in the corner with Natalie Suarez and Chris Reed.

Grabbed itty bitty bites catered by The Fat Radish and had a few martinis with Susie G and Miguel Guesso.

We swiftly left to make room for all the suckers in line and headed to the NMRKT Fashion Series Party at Mister H.

Hosts Julia Jacobson, Kelsey Panicco, and Ryan Fleisch in their red light best.

This neon sign says LOVE HAPPINESS DRUNKENNESS

which aptly describe myself, Vesper Wolfe, and Max Bosch. I’ll let you decide which one of us is which.

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 Joey, posted on April 8, 2013 at 9:00 am, filed under Events, Fashion, Friends, Joey Ng, New York, Photos and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Dennis Stock at Milk Gallery

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.

Speaking of babes, Christine Kohler, Chris Reed, and Milk’s made Jess Conatser.

Fire and ice, Valissa Yoe and Micaela McLucas.

The only person you’d ever want to see in Times Square.

Plus these people, Ali Sky, William Yan, and cute little Coco Daniels.

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.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on April 4, 2013 at 10:50 am, filed under Events, Friends, New York, Photos and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

One year without you

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.

Ping
Ping

Ping

Ping

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.

And today.
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.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on January 16, 2013 at 10:30 am, filed under Friends, Love, Writing and tagged . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

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