interior design

I wanted to write for Architectural Digest when I was just a young fag, and I still do, but I'd like to write about all of my friends' fucked up low-rent apartments instead of country homes in the Hamptons or 5th Avenue townhouses. So, anyway...

Yesterday was a long day. I took breakfast with the Big E at her Kenyon Street apartment. It was over the top as usual. Lovely. She told me that the world was in imminent danger or that the we're in an economic depression or that she's lived through several depressions or something blah blah blah. She's making a lots of new work even though no one is buying it - thats the moral of the story. A tough bitch. Supposedly she coined the phrase "femme brut" which, I don't think anybody but she uses it.

Later in the day I drove up to see my baby real last minute and went to a small party at our friend Pennie's house in Cambridge. Tons of beers and bong rips.

a Polaroid Pull in the Big E's lush living room

a young Big E

crystals 'n' shit

LATER, PENNIE'S:

iTunes and the record player were playing Talking Heads and random hip-hop in tandem

bong porn

goldfarb

Yesterday afternoon I went to the Goldfarb Annual Juried Show at the Hartford Art School's Joseloff Gallery to check up on all the pretty babies' new art. I liked only a few things. The Aldrich Museum's Richard Klein, the juror, was way too generous in accepting artwork. So, it was hard to see the good from the bad amid all that clutter. I'm sure there was a lot of good work in there-- I was just blinded by bad curating. I don't think they should let freshman, illustrators or graphic designers enter the show because those people rarely make art. But what do I know.

This was the first time that I'd ever seen the $1,000 purchase prize go to the person I thought deserved it. Painter Matt Morello got it for his painting of all the Charlie Browns, and he is actually really great. Its tough to describe how good I think he is because of how seldomly I've ever seen him around. But, my attraction to his work has been intense and immediate.

I think I'm having coffee with the Big E this morning which should be eventful and insane.

Skylar Hughes' self-portrait

Matt Morello Of All the Charlie Browns

Brian Frawley Portrayal of the Artist

Marie Allen

Jessica Rosario Alice and Alyssa

Ross Fredella Chino Swimming

Now is as good a time as any to buy my art, or else buy me a drink.

Just saying. Call me or call my gallerist.

SAVE THE ROSE LIMITED EDITION FASHIONS

My baby started selling ultra fashionable "SAVE THE ROSE" tshirts and buttons today at Brandeis University because its president is a moron and wants to sell off their world class art collection. Thats the equivalent of a library selling off its collection of books, or a med school closing down its hospital. Not to mention, the art is not worth what they think it is at this point, considering the markets, and nobody seems to have thought any of this through. ANYWAY. Show off your solidarity with the artlovers of Massachusetts, a keen understanding of art world politics, and radical student resistance by wearing the shit sold here.

As predicted, now they're all going to try and do it. UCONN announced it wants to close down the Benton Museum of Art as well as its natural history museum in Storrs. WE'RE DROWNING IN A SEA OF ECONOMY-SPOOKED MORONS.

Bushkill Pennsylvania

This weekend 15 friends and I went to party in the middle of nowhere, Poconos. Eight of us rented a small house in a private gated community in the woods and had to sneak our extra friends in by stowing them away in the trunk like human cargo. I shoved Brian F in the trunk of my car just before we hit border security, where he smoked a blunt, texted and napped a bit while Isabelle, Alexandra and I tried to find our way through the pitch black wilderness.

This blogpost is dedicated to Keith and Rebeccah Donovan, freedom, chlorine, deer, the people of Bushkill, bonerfarmers, Angelica Huston, Kelly Clarkson, Lil Wayne, native americans, serial killers and freedom.

duraflame

hey Michelle

Brian F with Matthew spinning traxxx

a mountain-people jam sesh

Dan's pizza stains

Tatyana

never-neverland food for dinner

just kidding its rainbow cake

the chalet

Christine McVie

hey Claire

real flowers

hey LBK

Jesse drinking absinthe

Diego bringing three beers and a pack of cigarettes upstairs to the bathroom

chakras gettin' clean

THE NEXT DAY (SATURDAY):

Tigerlily

a creek

Brian F and Kunk are real free

Alex and Isabelle

eating and drinking

total freedom

absinthe jell-o shots

some indian shit

neck wolf

epic battle: buck shirt v. wolf tattoo

Diego building a fort in the basement

nice tail

hey Darla

Ross is listening to the secret of my butt

FREEDOM CHAKRA

A: yes.

SNOWED-IN ON SUNDAY, no not really

I love pleasure