If I had posted this immediately I could say “last night” but I’m lazy and prioritize my life on diet pills and therapy. A few night ago the center of my earth Erik Brunetti held his 20th anniversary show for the creation of FUCT. Isn’t that convenient  he remembered the exact day he drew the now internationally recognized brand logo. Here is a picture of my Supreme fleece and Erik’s Colombian cocoa farmer hat.

Erik is the creator of subversive streetwear which is his interpretation of the situationist movement in his current generation and style. Situationist basically means re-appropriating other peoples art as your own.  Or just fucking it up.  So since I don’t know any of the real stories behind these pieces I will use my situationist style to caption their meanings. The young man with the KISS face paint is actually a self portrait of Erik when he was 14 when he was shunned at the Delamo Mall in Torrence trying to get an autograph from a under dressed Gene Simmons.

Passed out at the Chateau Marmont Erik often talks in his sleep. Wes Lang was nice enough to draw what Erik’s Fentanyl induced sleep described.

Oh hey Tiffany Limos, you are totally over 18 and capable of full frontal nudity in Ken Park.

There is the original drawing that is brought to the emulsion machine to burn a screen to make a one color tee for Keanu Reeves to wear at the MTV movie awards… in like 1990.

Did you know Erik Brunetti sent $5,000 to a woman in Texas who was fired from her job at the newspaper, for running a photo of Chino wearing a FUCT hoodie? That’s not FUCT at all!  This completely changes everything I have believed about the counter cultures’ counter actor.

I see what you did there.

If Erik is talking about Hogwarts… it has nothing to do with Harry Potter.

Even Melissa thought that was too much money to get FUCT.

Heading over to the brutal Brunetti bash we ran into Josh Krajcik from the X Factor. He was joined by someone that recognized him at a bar and wouldn’t leave him alone. I think Josh has a serious chance, so maybe this is the first paparazzi pic of the next big recording artist.

I’m not sure if Melissa is doing the Jim Jones dance or the Birdman sign she learned at Drake’s birthday party last weekend in Vegas.

Of course you can be my sober companion, we might have to start tomorrow.