I was wasting my time in middle school trying to be friends with this kid who was mean and ugly but had a lot of cool skater gear and one of those haircuts that’s short all over apart from long hair-tentacles that covered his face. Aaron something. I’m sure he’s happily married now and teaches homeless kids to read in his spare time.
But back then, shit was different.
It was the year that Tim Burton’s “Batman” was coming out and I was believing ALL the hype — still got the t-shirt, too. I gave up on Aaron when he smacked some comics out of my hands in front of some girls and said to the whole hallway “what’s so cool about Batman?”
Nothing sounds dumber than trying to answer a rhetorical question, especially when you’re mad. This photo pretty much sums it up the answer:
In the Northernmost part of Greenpoint, just about as far up as you can go in Brooklyn without falling in Newtown Creek and drifting across the sludge-channel to Queens, there is an ever-changing graffiti mural on the corner of Clay and McGuinness, on the walls of the Power Brake Service shop. We’ve seen employees on site while artists are laying it down, and even saw an NYPD cruiser stop by for a short chat with a tagger before rolling along without so much as a finger-wagging, so we reckon the building owner either approves of the paint job, or at least isn’t bothered by it.
It’s a tough time for Captain America. Advances in military technology have made a jacked-up dude with discus skills all but obsolete on the battlefield, the current U.S. administration is one that ol’ Steve Rogers might not be too stoked to shill for, and his rumored cameo in the Louis Leterrier / Ed Norton Incredible Hulk film was cut. And he was also assassinated last year, which will put anyone out of sorts. So until the upcoming Avengers movie gives Cap something worthwhile to do, we’re just going to assume that he’s sitting around his apartment in his robe and Al Gore post-2004 election beard, swigging the fire water and staring longingly at a picture of the Red Skull in front of the TV.
Brooklyn-based photographer Meg Wachter has a new series called DUMPED!, wherein she pours miscellaneous oozy, drippy materials — mostly foodstuffs — onto peoples heads and snaps the reactions, framing her shirtless subjects from the shoulders up:
I’m still doing a little tidying up here, as you may notice. Like most white people, I’ve been through renovations before, and they’re a bitch. Everything’s dusty and there’s no time to cook. All you can do is order takeout and eat it next to the paintbrushes and plaster buckets and then fall into bed.
Until I can get it back together, here’s some truly excellent blog pizza.
I found this photo and video on Clayton Cubitt’s routinely mind-blowing blog The Constant Siege. Cubitt’s a photographer, a great one, and just got back from a trip to New Zealand. This video is shot in Cubitt’s hotel (I think), of a Maori tribesman talking about his moko (face tattoo) and the way that homosexuality is viewed in his tribe.
Artist William Hundley, living and working in Austin TX, dares to ask the burning question that lurks deep within the psyche of every man, woman and child:
“What if I put that thing up on a bunch of cheeseburgers?”
More photographs of cheeseburger-elevated objects on William’s website, here and here … including an iron, a portable television, a skateboard, and a miniature Easter Island head.
This is just a cool found pic, taken on-set while filming the Batman TV show in the 60’s. You can see Adam West and Burt Ward “scale” a building here. Something about the graininess, the black-and-and white film makes it feel so noir … a very, very silly noir.
