Man. I just saw him in January and he was fine. At the Agenda tradeshow, actually. I photographed him with some other friends, I even blogged it. Jae Bueno — the street savvy photographer — was still round and happy then, big smile, chuckling and chatty — the standard Jae Bueno fare that has traversed all Southern Californian subcultures and politics, cliques and crews. Lowrider culture, graffiti, streetwear, tattoo, Jae stands at the intersection. He’s the rare breed that walks the line, bridges the gaps, and glues communities together.
Just a couple days later, Jae feels a pain, and then the sudden diagnosis of Stage 4 stomach cancer… The kind of cancer that can strike and rob in the night, without explanation or sympathy. Man… I just saw him in January.
Today is Jae and Steph‘s 25th anniversary. Not their wedding date, but from the time they met and fell in love as teenagers, drag-raced together, ran with graffiti crews together, and made a family together. She is never not by his side. Ask anyone who’s been to a local street-culture event in the past decade and they’ll remember Jae. If they looked close enough, Stephanie wasn’t far away. Even when they started their photography business together, she insisted that his name remain as the brand identity, because that encapsulated her, and they were a team. Even when the cancer ravaged his stomach, the nausea became a ritual, and going from one room to the next became a chore… Even then, they’re in it together.
Jae and Stephanie Bueno have been loyal friends of The Hundreds for as long as I can remember. And so, their battle is not theirs alone, but ours as well. In a couple weeks, we will be hosting a charity event for Jae in our Rosewood gallery, a solo exhibition of his best photography over the years — with all proceeds going to help Jae in his fight against cancer. Tuesday, June 25th to be exact. Stay tuned for more information as we lead up to the show and until then, our thoughts and prayers are with the man who starts every conversation with “Hey Friend.”
I have so much mahalo for our friends and family in Hawaii who came together to celebrate this The Hundreds Hawaii collection with us. It was one of the most memorable weeks for the crew, and it only cemented the love we have for this place and why we continue to bring you this special project year after year.
But you know, Hawaii isn’t all just sunshine and palm trees. There has always been a tension here between the locals and outsiders – the tourists and non-natives – that can be traced all the way back to the U.S. government’s part in stripping the Hawaiian peoples of their land. Whereas the U.S. tries to atone for similar treatment to the Native Americans with reparations, those of Hawaiian blood still don’t see a dime. To add insult to injury, mainland tourists often don’t treat the islands or their people with the respect they deserve, come here to take, take, take, and return home fat and happy off the Hawaiian land.
When we first introduced the idea of The Hundreds Hawaii last year, there was immediate push-back from select locals who shared these anti-outsider sentiments. And I couldn’t fault them for that. I know what it’s like for opportunists to capitalize off my trade or my culture when it’s profitable, and then ditch it at the first sign of trend’s downturn. Furthermore, The Hundreds has been accused of the same in the past, whether it be from streetwear purists to skateboarding forefathers. Only after you pay your dues does the angry mob extinguish the torches.
This summer, that tide of discontent swelled larger as the popularity and excitement around The Hundreds Hawaii multiplied. Certain Hawaiians called out, “What are you doing for Hawaii besides making money off it?” I guess it really depends on how you look at it. The entire objective of The Hundreds Hawaii was to do something special for our retailers, partners, and fans in Hawaii, that would be exclusive to them. They make that extra dollar that stays in Hawaii. They get access to product that can’t be found anywhere else worldwide. We don’t create a collection like this for anyone, so the idea of a Hawaii-exclusive collection in itself is a way to show our mahalo. Plus, we try to spend the weeks around the project educating our community on how much Hawaii has to offer, spotlighting the personalities and brands that are progressing the culture not only for this small, looked-over terrain, but for the entire world.
We love Hawaii, have a respect for Hawaii, and we want to share that with everyone on the outside. So far, our family here have seen it and supported us, so maybe the doubters will follow suit. Or maybe not. Regardless, we will work hard to pay those dues over time, and to bring you The Hundreds Hawaii at least annually (if not more frequently!) to show some real ALOHA.
First off, gotta show love to our immediate ohana for the week: Patrick, Scotty iLL, Austin Carlile of Of Mice and Men, Ben, Honrdog (kneeling)(also the guy who’s shooting all the video)(also a horndog)(also a psychopath according to this picture), and not pictured, Tal Cooperman and Baby D are The Hundreds IN Hawaii:
A few weeks ago we brought you exclusive coverage of the homie, artist Tofer Chin, installing his latest exhibition, entitled Ar, at the esteemed Lu Magnus gallery in New York City. Now, the LA native (who apparently never sleeps) is back in his hometown and stomping ground of Los Angeles, and has painted this vast and breathtaking mural in his signature style, which somehow all at once manages to be geometric, mathematical, and calculated, yet still primal and impulsive. Check out this time lapse video of Chin in action. If you’re in the hood, visit the mural at 940 N. Mansfield (between Willoughby and Romaine).
Meet Jeff Vales and Alvin Cailan, co-owners of tongue-in-cheek breakfast food truck from heaven (or hell, more likely), Egg Slut. Watch as they discuss the ins and outs of their business, how the saucy restaurant on wheels came to be, and other slutty foodie antics that earn Jeff and Alvin the right to call themselves “Egg Slut(s).”
words by Olivia Stiglich video by Zachary Marshall
Back when we were setting up our recent The Hundreds by Travis Millardproject, we paid the artist and illustrator a visit at his awesome cabin in the woods around Los Angeles (yes, they exist!). A slew of historically famous artists and authors have hid out around these parts and Travis is one of ‘em. It was cool and inspiring just to wander around his abode and look at all his doodles and illustrations – felt like being inside his mind. Like Being John Malkovich. Being Travis Millard. By the way, if you’re on Instagram, and if you aren’t already, I’d highly recommend following this guy to watch his process and Like his creative storytelling through cartoons.
If every morning were an eggslut morning, my cholesterol and I would be at odds. But every now and then (especially on Mondays through Fridays) (and definitely on the weekends), it’s important to treat yourself to the fluffiest, gooiest, yolkiest, eggiest sandwich in all of Los Angeles. If you’re offended by the name, that’s too bad. Head chef Alvin and his business partner Jeffrey, however, probably won’t be losing sleep at night (Not more than they already do, considering they’re up crackin’ eggshells before dawn).
Since they hit the streets in 2011, they’ve been protested and heckled by squeamish folks who don’t find their subversive promotion amusing. Buuuuut that’s their loss. This is the ultimate gourmet-breakfast-dispensed-from-a-truck experience, and it’s worth the wait. When I asked Alvin to tell me the sluttiest thing about eggslut, he replied “The whore hours. I don’t think any trucks are up getting ready at 3am like we are.”
For cheesy updates (see what I did there?), eggslut hours and locations, follow them on twitter, and be sure to check our blog next week for the video interview with eggslut co-founders, Alvin and Jeffrey.
Inspiration is everywhere. And inspiration is everyone.
Whenever I get asked that question in interviews – “Where do you find inspiration?” – I always have trouble with it. Inspiration isn’t something you necessarily go out there and seek; if you’re prone to it, and open, it always finds you. And for me, it resides most viscerally and shines the utmost brilliance within people. I’ve been inspired by parking lot attendants to world-class artists, 3-year-olds to rockstar chefs. And then I’m totally inspired by photographers like Amanda Demme.
In this life, she’s a photographer and a mother, and widow of famed director Ted Demme. But in the several existences prior, she was a music supervisor (Garden State, Mean Girls), a manager (Cypress Hill, House of Pain, DJ AM), club impresario (Teddy’s, Tropicana), director, graphic designer… Demme is a woman of many hats. (No, really, as in she also makes hats).
One of which she wears today. It’s broad and masculine, and the brim swoops far and low like a shade tree casting the rest of Amanda Demme in obscurity. She prefers that nowadays – the mystery and the cloaked intrigue. She did enough of the publicity tour in one of those previous lives, the Hollywood life.
I’m not sure if she was always like this, but she seems to cling onto the past, particularly a history that was never necessarily hers. Demme’s just drawn to old things, artifacts, and preserved decay. Her studio is not so much a museum as a frozen excerpt of a sad and distant time. It also seeps into her work, the subjects lost and forlorn, imbued with this dank and heavy tone. I tell Amanda that I just can’t see her work as photography, but rather a sort of painting. She’s not documenting as much as creating a situation and an emotion. She’s framing that window into the subject’s life, but she also puts that person in that situation and fabricates their impression. From a club doorgirl in the past to a photographing storyteller in the present, I remark that it’s as if she’s playing God.
“No,” she flatly denies. ”I’m more like the Devil.”
Amanda Demme didn’t pick up a camera until three years ago. In that time, she has found love and a new life in it. And become quite remarkably good, recognized, and respected for her photography. Her solo exhibition is currently on display at the Obsolete Gallery in Venice.