8.26.2005

EVERYTIME I SMELL PEE. . .
I'LL REMEMBER RIO, AND THINK OF YOU

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so this is my last post from lovely brazil. no new adventures quite of the caliber of my last one, although i did trek out to photograph a "love motel" for pets today. however, if you are floating around the nyc area on sept. 2nd, there's a great show happening outdoors at pratt institute in brooklyn. i would go if i could. . .

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Aa
Matt and Kim
La Guillotine

September 2nd

7ish (Get there on time)

Pratt Lawn @ 215 Willoughby Ave in Brooklyn

Free

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i was going to wait for The Goddamn Rattlesnake to drop this track. but since i haven't gotten ftp access set up for him yet, i'm just going to go and jump the gun on him. this is his old band Amanda Noa, responsible for some of the best rawk shows i have ever seen in brooklyn. one of their shows in G.D. Rattlesnake's old warehouse spot was by far the loudest, sweatiest, bloodiest, dirtiest and had the most broken glass of any show i've been to. it was raining condensed sweat from the ceiling before their set was over. i'll give that a god damn.

• Amanda Noa - Come On


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8.25.2005

ALWAYS WEAR YOUR GOOD UNDERWEAR,
IN CASE YOU MEET YOUR MAKER

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has anyone ever gotten the drop on you? i don´t mean your little brother hiding behind a door to scare you, i mean "the drop." one minute you´re walking down the street, and then next moment there's a gun pressed against your head and someone is demanding all your money. well, i can say it´s happened to me. because it did, last night. there were slight differences. . . mainly that he wasn´t just interested in my money, and he only spoke portuguese. after a lot of yelling and confusion, all while staring at the .45 in my face, it turned out he wanted my camera, and myself. i was then escorted down the middle of the street with a gun at my back, we passed a bar on the street with maybe ten people standing around. they all glanced at us and nonchalantly went back to what they were doing. we reached some stairs that led to a dark rooftop, where seven other guys were waiting. one was holding a machine gun that i remember seeing mounted on top of the american humvees in iraq. they sat me down on a stump in the middle of the roof, forcing me not to look at anyone. all while there was a lot of gun-pointing and yelling in portuguese in my face. eventually they calmed down enough to go through my bag and my pockets, and then force me to remove and give them the film from my camera. after a while i was able to explain (in a mish-mash of spanish and portuguese) that i was a photo student from america. they explained to me that i had wandered into a favela, and cameras were not welcome here (to say the least). at this point they stopped pointing a gun at me for the first time. . . after i had asked, "morro? si o no?" they asked a lot of questions about where i was staying, to which i gave them false information (in case this got any bigger than it already was). lovefoxxx was asleep in the room, and i didn´t want this to somehow come back to her in any way. i think the presence of the walkie-talkies is what made me nervous about this possibility, in case they had someone who could go to the hotel while they were holding me. it´s probably fortunate that the hotel makes you leave your key at the front desk before you can go out. they had frisked me several times, inspected my shoes, my watch, my pockets, and my tattoo. the tattoo may have been a big help i am told. cops, even undercovers, never have tattoos in brazil. so it made the chances of me being a cop doing surveillance a lot slimmer, which i think was the real issue. they were´t fucking with me for fun, they were afraid i was someone that represented a threat to them and their business. when everything finally checked out (tattoo, barely any portuguese, nothing incriminating in my bag or on my person, staying at a hotel just a couple blocks away), they realized i wasn´t a threat and were more annoyed with me than anything else. they made me get up, and after frisking me a few more times and checking the tattoo, they sent me down the stairs. the one guy i had been struggling to explain everything to, with my limited spanish/portuguese, escorted me down flights of stairs and through alleys. all the time saying that:

a) i was crazy
b) i almost got killed
c) don´t go in to favelas

we were joined by another guy from the roof, who i couldn´t understand at all. but the throat-slit and shot-in-the-head gestures helped. they stopped right at the top of the last set of stairs and told me (if i understood correctly) that if i wanted marijuana, to come back. but if i have a camera, don´t come back. and with that they sent me down the stairs alone, watching from the top. just before the bottom, i passed an older man going up. he looked at me, looked at the camera in my hand, and started laughing in disbelief. i think he was saying something along the lines of you have to be crazy to go in there with a camera. i just smiled weakly, nodded and kept going. once i reached the street i was less that 100 feet from a crowded bar full of men and women in suits. and to my left was a parked police car, with it´s lights on.

oh and they gave me everything back. from my credit card and passport, to my digital camera and chewing gum. they even slipped my lens cap in my pocket. the only thing they kept was the roll of film that was in my camera.

you may now call me the luckiest son-of-a-bitch ever. it´s official.

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White Hassle

• White Hassle - Life Is Still Sweet


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You've been warned. Before you go anywhere, buy some clean underwear.

8.24.2005

BROOKLYN SHAKERS



so i have some photos in this show opening in soho on the 31st. it´s a small group show, but the work is big. you should come by the opening, i´ll be there in the small 24-hour window between brazil and japan (i know, cry for me). but i can be pretty funny and a bit off when jet-lagged, so it´ll probably be worth your while.

We are pleased to announce BROOKLYN SHAKERS at Wooster Arts Space in Soho, a group exhibition featuring painting and photography by Jaishri Abichandani, Eric Ayotte, Lisa di Donato, Jon Elliott, Gwenessa Lam, Tod Seelie and curated by Kathleen Smith.
August 31 - October 1.

Please join us Wednesday, August 31, from 6 to 8 pm, for the artist's reception at 147 Wooster Street between Houston and Prince Streets, 212-777-6338.

Afterparty @ Mangiami, 9 Stanton Street, between Bowery and Chrystie. Appetizers provided. Cash only bar. Djs spinning.

* oh yeah, anyone want to dj? there´s a slot available and i forgot my address book.

8.23.2005

YOU THINK YOU KNOW, BUT YOU DON`T

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i went through a favela in rio de janeiro today. totally redefines any understanding of urban poverty. . . and any logic as to where it`s a good idea to build a city. climbing straight up the sides of a mountain, narrow treacherous wet cement paths to get around (wetness courtesy of the open-sewer approach), buildings made from whatever can be carried by hand through these paths. . . and most houses are unfinished, you build what you can, then wait till you can afford more supplies. and the houses still go for around 50,000 reias, mainly because the close proximity to the wealthy areas enables you a better chance to get a good job. i`m still trying to wrap my head around all of it. . .

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The Organ are an all-girl pseudo-Smiths/Cure reincarnation hailing from the lovely vancouver, bc. mellow, introspective, all the good parts you remember from your high school years. but their hair is a LOT better than Robert Smith's.

• The Organ - I Am Not Surprised


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8.20.2005

WAKING UP TO A VOGUE PHOTO SHOOT

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hey look ma! i'm a professional!

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it's Modest Mouse! it's not Modest Mouse! it's Modest Mouse! no, it's not Modest Mouse. really. it's not. but it's good.

• Ugly Casanova - Cat Faces


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8.19.2005

YEAH, WHAT HE SAID

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i got so lost today walking around sao paulo (while members of Cansei de ser Sexy were making their likenesses for the new Sims game) that i had to call someone to get picked up at a frickin' mall. like a little 14 year old kid. it wasn't as humiliating as it was surreal, but of course malls always are surreal to begin with.

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so i meant to post this a while ago (yeah, imagine that). file this one under the dancehall-punk heading.

• Mahjongg - Hot Lava


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8.18.2005

TRANNY TITS FLASHING BY IN THE CAB WINDOW

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the brazilian Jay-Z

sorry for the lack of posts, the phone line was down for a while.

so sao paulo has turned out to be a lot more hospitable than first indicated. granted i haven't been able to venture very far from the central area (the bus system here makes my circulatory system look almost rudimentary in it's simplicity). the worst i've run into so far was a street kid yelling at me and waving a stick in a threatening manner (granted he might have been saying some scary stuff, but damned if i understood). it might have been a bit more of an issue if there hadn't been six lanes of heavy traffic in between us, but is getting a piece of me really worth all that trouble? i didn't think so.

i did have to get a new pair of shoes to blend in a bit better (thanks adriano), at least not every other person is staring at my feet anymore.

and here's a gem from the campari music festival that happened last weekend. when weird candy-raver bands refuse to die, and take The Buggles with them.

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i posted something from Cadence Weapon a while ago (the canadian rapper), well it appears he's also dipping his fingers in the grime movement happening across the atlantic. this is his remix of Lady Sovereign's "Blah Blah Blah."

• Lady Sovereign - Blah Blah Blah (Cadence Weapon Remix)


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8.10.2005

SMILING WHILE SHE VACUUMS HER HAIR

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so the other night i went exploring. there is a huge raised highway that snakes it's way through the city, essentially the main artery for the majority of traffic. they call it "the worm." imagine if the BQE went up fifth avenue through manhattan and into the bronx, that's pretty much it. apparently they close the worm one night a week (not sure why). and by chance it happened to be closed that night. the worm was silent and still, sparsely populated only by a few joggers, bikers, and dog-walkers. . . all cradled between walls of warmly-colored apartment buildings. it's kind of strange to be walking along and have someone stick their head out of a third story window, and be staring you eye-to-eye.

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you know you're in good hands when the first thing you do when you get to brazil is sit down and watch the video and making-of for "What's Up Fatlip?" Fatlip was the member of Pharcyde who got the boot a while ago. and for my money that is all good and fine, if that's what it took to bring us this. you really should track down the video by Spike Jonze if you can. it's amazing how good something can be when people don't take themselves too seriously.

• Fatlip - What's Up Fatlip?


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8.08.2005

HOW DO YOU SAY "WILL YOU PLEASE PUT THE GUN DOWN AND SIGN THIS MODEL RELEASE?"

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no better way to burn the debris of another year's passing than some out-of-the-frying-pan-into-the-fire traveling. although i normally don't make a habit of doing it in places where reping brooklyn makes you a pussy. where traffic jams can be caused by highway closures due to gun battles. or where sometimes the only difference between the police and drug-running gangs is that one side wears uniforms. but hey, i can't say it's boring.

something tells me my habit of late-night wandering in pursuit of my more "arty" photos might be a bit more interesting than usual here.

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okay last one of cover comp #2. . . back to normal mp3 love soon.

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8.02.2005

SLIDIN' DOWN THE HILL, NOT KNOWING WHERE THE CACTUS ARE

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this is what i think brazil will look like. . . only it was in queens

last post from the northern hemisphere for a while. and here's to staying up all night before a 14 hour flight. . . whoo-hoo.

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#2 is almost done! where are your guesses, music nerds? don't tell me you're all too lazy to take a stab at the list. you can do it. . .

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