Miss you, bodyguard!
Sponsored by my favourite beer, Heineken. Open bar drained the regular so we moved on to lights.
Secret garden vibe.
Orchids installed under table tops.
Wide open deck.
Some bro was hating on top buns. In the sweltering Manhattan heat, we had to represent. Team Top Bun!
This entry was written by Events, Friends, Joey Ng, New York and tagged BlackBook, Chris Reed, Heineken, Hotel Chantelle, Lower East Side, New York, Susie G. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on July 24, 2011 at 11:38 pm, filed under
Ashes // by Jeremy Dyer will be up at Occulter from now until July 3rd.
Stylist Carrie Weidner at the opening.
Landscape archival prints “seen through a texture of skin, ash and the blackened fuzz of a violent guitar…”
The artist, Jeremy Dyer, and friends.
Crowd spilling out on to the streets.
Keeping cool with complimentary black mezcal laced snow cones.
Chris Reed purveying the prints on sale.
Izzy Tuason [The Dandy Project] and his printed dance shoes.
Love these earrings made by her own mum. Tiny cogs and micro machinery parts.
This entry was written by Art, Events, Friends, New York and tagged Ashes //, Carrie Weidner, Chris Reed, Izzy Tuason, Jeremy Dyer, Lower East Side, New York, Occulter. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on June 3, 2011 at 8:08 pm, filed under
Greeting cards from Pretty Freedom.
In our world, where darkness reigns, we celebrate St. Patrick’s like it ought to be Halloween.
Say no to green. ALL BLACK EVVRYTHAANG.
We hate the quasi-Irish. We hate the Jersey girls falling down on our streets at 6pm.
We hate the mid-lifers on the subway wearing st-mardi-paddy-gras beads.
Poppin’ downstairs to hang with total bros. Turn our swag on.
Hexes and hoes.
GUN CLUB SEX BEAT
New York, Los Angeles, Toronto, and Saskatoon.
This. Right here. Is my
Love and miss you all.
This entry was written by Friends, Joey Ng, New York and tagged Emma Czerny-Holownia, Joey Ng, Lower East Side, Marissa Venne, New York, New York City, Off Soho Hotel, Trudy Hayden. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on February 16, 2011 at 12:14 am, filed under
But it would be nothing, nothing, without a woman or girl
pissing in your urinals
cuz everything you can do
I can do better
This turn of the new year, I’ve really learned to let go. Let the past be the past. No more what-ifs, what-could-haves, if-only-you-if-only-we’s.
I’ve made a pretty conscious decision; I don’t have the time to keep hanging on to people. People who don’t give a damn. People who have made up their minds
that I wasn’t worthy of their nights, and their goodness, and their love. Nope.
Don’t let someone live rent free in your heart.
Go on, you’ve got better things to do and better people to do it with.
This entry was written by Friends, New York, Photos, Self-diagnoses and tagged Chris Reed, Christmas, Lower East Side, New York, The Suffolk Bar. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on January 5, 2011 at 12:22 am, filed under
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child
but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
For now we see through a glass, darkly
but then face to face…
- 1 Corinthians 13