Filed under: Film, Nature!, New York, oy oy oy | Tags: oh also pat mahoney and nancy whang from LCD Soundsystem were there they love wrestling so much
But last night I saw a screening of Fake it So Real, a documentary about amateur wrestling at a Rooftop Films screening in Williamsburg. And now I”ll pretty much ONLY watch sports movies. Specifically, ones about wrestling.
More specifically, ones that have real live wrestling matches after, with subjects from the film, preferably dudes from North Carolina who have awesome stage characters based around the size of their ass and enter the ring to “Baby Got Back.”
Yes, it’ll limit my choices, but I believe it’s worth it.
I mean, am I wrong?
Ass photo courtesy of the kind folks at Sailor Jerry rum.
Filed under: Hey Ladieesss!, New York | Tags: i wish i could revel in the nostalgia but the truth is i never read the magazine
Ira Glass and Tavi Gevinson, last night at The Talent Show‘s tribute to Sassy Magazine.
Filed under: Hello boysssss, Hey Ladieesss!, Nature! | Tags: yes it is again a month later at least i am consistent
And it was so great, you guys.
The lovely bride:
Laughin’:
Friendz:
Boys, if you want to score points with the woman you are eventually going to marry (and/or just make every other dude look soooo baddd), make her flowers:
Like, from scratch, on like your second date (I know, right? WHAT? I can’t even handle it):
Headin’ out to the first dance:
And where I was for most of the afternoon:
Congrats you two! You made me cry but really, it’s cool. I had something in my eye that needed to get out anyway.
Los Angeles, 6/25/2011
P.S.:
Remind me to tell you about the time we tried to tie James’s bow tie using instructions from the internet but it didn’t work (they were too harrrdddd) so then we asked all the old guys we could find but none of them knew so then we asked the tailor across the street but they didn’t know but they directed James to “Frank” next door and Frank turned out to be the gay dude who worked at the hairdresser but he didn’t know either, but the older lady whose hair he was shampooing did and she was the one that eventually tied James’s tie.
Really, don’t forget to remind me. It’s pretty absurd.
Filed under: art, New York, Public Service Announcement | Tags: it was actually quite delicious
Pizza Cone!
Pizza Cone…
Pizza Cone LOLOLOLOLOLOL
Pizza Cone!
Demonstrated by the lovely Kristen Watson Adsit, Long Island City, 7/24/2011
Filed under: Hello boysssss, Music, oy oy oy | Tags: golf wang, nihilism nihilism nihilism, stabbed with a pitchfork
I’M TYLER SO I HAVE A PENIS CAST DUH SWAG
RAPPIN’ FROM MY CHAIR SWAG
I’MA MAKE YOU ALL SALUTE ME SWAG
THEN I’M GONNA SURF WITH MY CAST ON SWAG
MY LOLLIPOP IS GOOD IT’S CHERRY THAT IS MY FAVORITE BUT IT DOESN’T HAVE ANY GUM IN THE MIDDLE AND THAT MAKES ME SAD SWAG
ALSO, I LIKE TO SURF TOO SWAG
GOT ME SOME CRUTCHES SWAGGGGG
GONNA TAKE YOUR PICTURE–BUT NOT YOU VIP SECTION JOURNALISTS OR PHOTOGRAPHERS, Y’ALL SUCK THAT’S WHY WE DIDN’T LET ANY OF YOU GUYS IN THE PIT EVEN THOUGH YOU WERE TOLD IT WAS SO YOU “DIDN’T GET HURT” –SWAG
HODGY GETS A HUG SWAG
(AWWWWWWWWWWWWW … SWAG)
Odd Future, Chicago, 7/17/2011
Filed under: Music | Tags: c'mon guys it wasn't *that* bad, i'm not supposed to like you but i do
“I bet he only plays stuff from Travistan, just to fuck with us.”
(For reference, Pitchfork’s amazing 0.0 rating of the solo album of Travis Morrison, lead singer of the Dismemberment Plan.)
The Dismemberment Plan, Chicago, 7/16/2011.
Filed under: Music, New York | Tags: she played a cover of Rolling in The Deep and forgot the words but it was kind of adorable
At Castle Clinton. Right before my camera conked out.
What did I shoot right before it died? Well, I’ll show you.
Look at the sky. Isn’t it pretty? And those buldings. Shiny!
And of course the stage WITH NOBODY ON IT.
Also can’t forget this nondescript building. It’s obviously the most important thing ever ever ever.
(Oyyyyyyyy. This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to have nice things. Good show, though.)
[Related: So, Iggy Pop stage dove at Carnegie Hall…]
Filed under: New York | Tags: lovesong, yes i know it's been almost two months
“I’m so happy! And my hair looks so good, you guys.”
“I’m so happy too! And MY hair is so coooooool. Way to choose the cut, Jen.”
Fun fact: James’s shoes smell awesome. Jen is trying to catch a whiff right now.
The lovely wedding party, complete with paper cutout officiant. (Just kidding, he’s real–and “Loves Bow Ties and Escaping to the Forest” –but weird effect, right?)
And James reading his vows, right before he starts crying like a baby. Which made certain audience members tear up as well and mess up their mascara.
…
(THANKS JAMES.)
Congrats you guyz! I’ma come visit you in London and smell your shoes.
May 22, 2011, The Bell House
…That my camera thinks he’s a ghost.
(It’s him, I swear. Or I’m pretty sure anyway.)
Central Park Summerstage, Rumsey Playfield, 6/29.
She’s got, like, a whole island. Baller!
And she’s a fun lady, too. Here she is looking good while she backs that azz up:
And here’s Justine wondering, “How can I be fly like this lady? Should I start with a toga?
Hm, it would be comfortable… ”
Did you know? The actual name for the statue is “Liberty Enlightening the World” and sculptor Frédéric Bartholdi is rumored to have based the face on his mother and the body on his wife. Creepy!
Not (as) creepy is this barge set up to shoot off fireworks tonight:
And the little tugboat, Susan Miller, that came along with it.
It’s an unusual (read: really bland) name for a boat. Like they actually thought “I’m either gonna call it the Flying Dragon, or Susan Miller. I just don’t know, man.”
But who is this Susan Miller that eventually won out over the Flying Dragon? Is it the owner’s wife? Mistress? Mom? Is it referring to the Baroness Miller of Chilthorne Domer whose interests are “sailing (!), gardening and travel and, of course, reading”?
Nah, there is only one Susan Miller prescient enough to warrant a tugboat named after her. And she of course is the mistress of Astrologyzone (like you you don’t read it every month. Don’t even front.).
Makes sense: I hear tugboat owners are super into getting their charts read.
Happy Fourth you guys!
B-Boy Limping 