Monthly Archives: June 2008
Last night was the world premiere of “Dirty Hands: The Art & Crimes of David Choe,” an 8-years-in-the-making documentary of artist David Choe‘s turbulent life, as directed by Harry Kim. I’d say my favorite parts of the film, in no particular order, were David and Harry’s quest for dinosaurs in the Congo, the shoe falling out of the girl’s butthole, and Eric Nakamura’s comment on how scary jail looks on TV (just kidding Eric).
I know one of Dave’s biggest fears was premiering the film in L.A. where his entire family was bound to come out and watch the film in its entirety. You’d be buggin’ also if your parents were watching you punch yourself in the nose to paint in your own blood, taking showers with African prostitutes, spray-painting behemoth whales on the side of L.A.’s busiest freeways, and sitting in Japanese prison, drawing disturbing graphic imagery of women doing the most perverse things to their orifices.
This week, Dave and Harry move on to Germany, to show the film at the Munich Film Festival. Should be interesting. In Dave’s words, “I havent been to germany in a decade, and this german guy, Patrick I met in the congo jungle in 1995, and then try to get at me in 2002 impersonating the vicemayor of Frankfurt, said if I ever step foot on german soil, is gonna send the Russian mafia after me. Hes tried every few years to contact me, I vowed revenge after he fucked me over in that godforsaken jungle all those years ago, Im on my way bitch, come and get me.”
Patrick, you’re dead.
It took a good hour-and-a-half to blow through a hundred “POST” New Era fitteds at The Hundreds San Francisco this morning. Thanks to everyone who camped out overnight and made the trek from all over the Bay Area and other ends of the world.
photos by ynoT?
Photo of a 15-year-old ME by Zach Cordner. Mean Street in my Dickies’ back pocket, vegan Adidas, blank AAA tee. Forever young.
I think we all know by now that Rick Klotz is no stranger to controversy.
After beefing with streetwear brands and rockstars, he’s under fire from a new, more complicated, entity: The Jewish Defense League. Rick, and his veteran L.A.-based apparel brand Freshjive, produced a couple t-shirts this season that have been intensely scrutinized by certain members of the Jewish community.
The first shirt depicts Palestinian children with the word “Victimized” emblazoned across the bottom.
The second is a half-toned image of Yasir Arafat wearing some Ray-Bans, reading “The Good Ol’ Days!”
I’m not gonna weigh in any of my own opinions here (You can read Rick’s personal defense and reasoning behind his artistic choices on the Freshjive blog), but the ultra-controversial terrorist group The JDL certainly voiced theirs this afternoon on Fairfax in front of Rick’s store Reserve, storming up and down the sidewalk with picket signs, bullhorns, and an artillery of verbal warfare.
Shelley Rubin is the current chairman of the JDL. Her husband, Irv Rubin, ran the JDL for 15 years before being imprisoned for planning a terror attack against an Arab-American Congressman and 2 attacks on a Muslim mosque here in L.A. He ended up “killing himself” in jail (read: being tossed 18 feet over a railing by other inmates), leaving his lil’ firecracker Shelley in charge.
Shelley showed up with her son and a collective of angry extremist Right-Wing Jews, belligerently claiming Rick hates Jews, support Muslims, and is gay. The ironic part being that Rick himself is Jewish and has done more than anyone else on the block in terms of enlightening the streetwear kids on Judaism through apparel and literature, and preserving Fairfax’s historic Jewish community. (The other parts about supporting Muslims is not necessarily a bad thing, last time I checked. And the Rick being gay thing, it would explain a lot, buuut I don’t think that’s so accurate either.)
You gotta read up on the JDL. Shelley’s late husband and the JDL allegedly provided Eazy-E protection from Suge Knight back in the early ’90s, as well as indirectly being involved with Death Row’s inception. I know, weird but true.
At one point, Shelley just started wrecking shop on everybody. Somehow, she got into it with Reza (The Arab Parrot). C’mon Shelley, you’ve taken on the Soviets and the FBI, but we all know this is a losing battle.
Sitting deep in the bunker.
I don’t know how that got there.
The eventual Shelley vs. Klotz showdown was anti-climactic. So much misinformation and inaccuracy,.. Shelley could’ve used a gigantic Jump-to-Conclusions Mat for Chanukah. The cops finally showed up and the crowd dissipated. Yawn.
Okay, click on the video to watch some of my footage from the afternoon, along with the Arab Parrot’s colorful commentary. Classic.
This Saturday morning, 11am, only at The Hundreds San Francisco, 585 Post St. San Francisco, California.
Limited to 100 pieces.