Monthly Archives: September 2011

Marc D’Avignon recently  moved to Santa Monica to work at Media Arts Lab. Lee Clow’s brainchild turned into a dedicated Apple agency.  Kate Hansen did not move here but joined us for a night of unemployed freedom.

Mac was wasted before we even started. Kate took control of the Supreme Maglite and made it the must have party accessory of the year.  Cops didn’t think it was that cool though…

BDP and Marc D. Suicide doors in Venice.

Brandon Drew Jordan Pierce always comes bearing gifts. Did you know I was in Kimbo Slices’ top 8 on Myspace? Yup, even ask @soooouuuuurrrrr .

“Ok deal, you get the white girls, I’ll take the rest.”

Mac brought us to a gathering of Australians on their home turf.

Why do advertising people all hang out with other advertising people? Because we can party every night while regular people have to work. As well as being useless and not good at anything except partying.

In Australia they keep their dollar bills rolled up for easier storage. Pic unrelated.

Brandon hasn’t had this much fun since he met his ex-wife.

A new addition to 3rd street is Fonuts. And by new I mean it’s only like 3 weeks old.  They offer something currently not available anywhere else, which is why they sell out of product by the afternoon each day.

High end coffee with equally high end baked goods is hard to find.  Most places specialize in one or the other.

Not only does Fonuts deliver both. They deliver them vegan or gluten-free. I only know a few people that are gluten disabled, but when they heard about this place it was like they discovered crack sprinkled heroin.

Also nothing is fried. Baked or steamed to give you the fluffy doughnut feel, but healthy enough to eat 30 of them without getting diabetes. Several people have changed their relationship status over the Rosemary Olive Oil fonut.

Hawaiian fōnut filled with coconut custard and sprinkled with li hing mui powder.

I thought GF stood for “girl friend”  I was so wrong.

Custom neon signs are true marker of success and taste.

Waylynn Lucas left her position as executive pastry chef at Bazaar by Jose Andres, to start her own thing.

She said if you can taste the difference from a real doughnut and her fonut, she won’t sell it.

Rob Heppler approves.

High end indulgences of all kinds can be found at Fonuts.

It’s not a Birkin, but it’s still impressive.

Working on a top secret project has really hindered my blogging updates. Nothing a stern text from Ben won’t solve! This is the apartment I had while in NYC. 14 days guess how much? $2,000… yup, that’s what I said.. I know right?

It was a decent one bedroom.  The balcony is an urban legend in NY that I experienced and got evidence of.

Are you kidding me? This thing is bigger than 3 of any person you know in New Yorks living space.  I thought it was the balcony for the entire building at 1 Irving Place, but nope… just mine.

Right on Union Square. That giant weird artwork is called, “The Metronome”, and the numbers next to it… do you know what they mean? You think it’s the deficit?

The Trunkstand Elephant was built the day before I left. At night dance parties would erupt in the square.  I wondered if it was people that were on the way to the next bar, or had gotten kicked out of other bars.

Gian Galang works right here at Brooklyn Brothers.  Gian was my partner on the Coraline Dunks and can literally do anything creatively. The number on the building are a CLOCK!  Did you know that? The 3 numbers in the middle are a blur are meaningless.  The numbers in front of the blur are the amount of minutes until midnight.  The numbers after are the minutes after midnight.  Cool huh?

Bam Margeras new girlfriend at a fashion show.

I told you.

Can’t decide between blonde or black? Why not half and half!

The best part about these photos is you shouldn’t be seeing them. After I was accused of taking up-skirt photos at Gold Bar my camera was taken away and the SD card was deleted. After searching for SD card recovery software, spending $39.95 I got them all back.  Even the up-skirts.

Last night Laurence Chandler told me Cam’ron was playing a secret show at the Thompson Hotel.  Well, there are 3 Thompson Hotels in Manhattan, and after visiting each one I missed the show. Everyone left and Cam was just sitting alone being awesome.

This made my life complete.  I can now leave New York feeling I have accomplished something. I still haven’t been able to beat my fear of the train system (I’m afraid of poor people).

I felt this was necessary since I only post photo’s of dudes.

Then Steve Nash came.

Fashion night out, or Halloween for adults has now reached every city. While everyone seems to be somewhere related to Parkinson’s disease, I’m roaming the streets looking for a different “bob”… the one on Anna Wintour’s head.  Gina Gershon, have you seen Anna?

Yu-Ming surprised me at the new Supra store, where we picked up bracelets for their special off site party with Just Blaze at the New Museum.

Wendy was the biggest celebrity I saw this night.  Everywhere we went people would say: “Nitrolicious! I love you Wendy.” It was crazy.  Good for her. She is in the market for a Birkin… not sure if Melissa told you yet Wendy, but she found you one.

There are so many parties it becomes stressful trying to choose the right one. Lacoste invited us to their event on the top of the Gansavort Hotel and they brought a small band to play.

Foster The People, the group I have been verbally abusing since I learned about them on the VMA’s. I like my rockers with cigarette burns on their arms, practice tattoos, and ambiguous sexual orientation. But they won my lifetime loyalty with THIS picture.

Pumped up kicks eh… he said knowingly… hey nice shirt.

It was so packed everyone got molested, pick-pocketed, pregnant, and shared STD’s, and then Josh Cooper showed up.
Followed by an ever hyper social Laurence Chandler. Fashion week means more to them since they have a high fashion line called Rochambeau. Which was slightly mentioned in the NY Times.

Alligators do love NY.

What’s up tuff tits.

Rooftop pool mosaic.

Doug Jacob threw this party together in between owning one of the hardest to get into nightclubs, and fastest growing ad agencies.

Last night I took the Acela train up to Boston to have dinner with some friends. There was lot’s of other stuff besides dinner but signed NDA’s and threatening text messages will only let me post a very satisfying meal. Who’s that in the Ferrari 612 Scaglietti?

Of course! Boston’s cutest Lebanese business owner Tarek Hassan.   Tarek is the largest independent retailer in the country.

Inside Tarek’s favorite Abe and Louie’s, or as it’s locally known “Rich man’s Macdonalds”, we were joined by the most accomplished creatives still practicing today.  Jimmy Smith is an advertising god whose resume wouldn’t fit on a 20 gigawat hard drive. Quincy Jones the Third comes from at least three Quincy‘s, loves oysters, and has had a top ten movie on iTunes since I have known him.
Cheeraz Gorman made the trip from Portland, and Jerome was still giddy that the doorman thought he was Forest Whitaker.


This may look just like a Ferrari interior but it is so much more.  It is the photo I took when Tarek tried to whip it sideways in front of the restaurant and was immediately pulled over. He did not have a license and couldn’t figure out how to open the glove box. The cops were freaking out “Is this really your vehicle sir?”, a crowd of people gathered, someone yelled “Cocksucker!” and at the moment I realized that sitting in this car I look like Tarek’s boy toy. The cops only cited him for harsh and unreasonable noise.

Good night Ferrari.

The next morning Andrew Baik woke me up to alert me that he had a few swipes left on his card, and he wanted to buy me breakfast.  I told him I was rich and wanted to eat in a real place, but then remembered I have never been inside a college… while there were students there.

Andrew sits alone every day. He is hellbent on gaining 100 pounds of muscle and needs to eat 1200 calories every 2 hours. I’m not sure there is an uglier campus discovered yet.

School is exactly like prison.

We walked to another destination that has a clever sounding name to make it more distinct from the other area with a name that exists in the same city. We met Wes who runs the Mercer St. location of the Nike Sportswear trilogy.

If Andrew did pushups every time he said something embarrassing or borderline homoerotic he would be diesel.

Don’t squirt that Labrador.

Serena beat an attractive Serbian girl.

Josh Rubin has been doing this longer than everyone.  Coolhunting was here first… and it will be here long after iPads start causing lap cancer.

Matthew Carey returned from 2 years in Shanghai.  When asked about his trip his only response was; “Perspective”.  Matthew quit W+K to focus more on making beats and sounds no one has ever heard before.

Right before he moved he was involved in a hit and run accident with a speeding moped.  The moped took a chunk out of his leg and took off.  A lazy doctor in a Chinese hospital wanted to give him a skin graph. Good thing he went for that second opinion! Now he has a perfect map of how to get from Broadway and Bleeker to Union Square!

Any hipster worth their weight in mustache wax has to get a foreign beer from here, and act full before you even order.

Do you know what you are being for Halloween?  I’m being Princess Beatrice.

I’m in New York for a few weeks because of the US Open, Fashion Week, and because I hate having too much money.  Matt Tucker my friend with the highest amount of integrity came through to greet me and invite me to his favorite skatepark.

It’s called 12th and A. A public school that has turned it’s playground into a dedicated session space.  The only price for admission is your fear and ability to scale the 8 foot wrought iron, spike capped fence.

“It’s easy, you just put your foot here and jump…” says a random 12 year old. With three people and a trash can I obesely clambered over. Thank god a tsunami wasn’t coming.

On the other side of the nightmare barrier… Matt Tucker does not make a good argument of why he is NOT pro.  He is really going to kill me when he finds out the videos won’t come off the camera.  I only got the stills…

Frontside crooked grind.

Nose grind with extra flavor and he isn’t even holding X.

Close call.

I’m just buying time because I know I have to go back over that fence again.

“Yeah, The Hundreds give me free shit.”

All that stunting on fools makes Matt a sweaty mess.