B-Boy Limping


I’m not usually one for sports movies,

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.



The Radio Host and the Rookie

Ira Glass and Tavi Gevinson, last night at The Talent Show‘s tribute to Sassy Magazine.

 



Erin and Ryan had a wedding

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.



Pizza Cone!
July 25, 2011, 8:31 am
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Pizza Cone!

Pizza Cone…

Pizza Cone LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Pizza Cone!


Demonstrated by the lovely Kristen Watson Adsit, Long Island City, 7/24/2011



OFWGKTA at Pitchfork SWAGGGGGG

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



Overheard at the Pitchfork Festival this weekend

“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.



This is the only shot I got of Patti Smith last night

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…]