It's That Time of Year Again...

From the archives of my hero, Ze Frank:

Genius

Pharoah Sanders

I'm Voting Republican!

Traveling the Backwoods...

06.24.08

Submit ~ Conform ~ Obey

Best ATM greeting I've ever seen.
DNA Filled Nights:


More of the evening: fabulously documented as always, by Nightshade

If I Had A Penny...

For all the times you've let me slip under your safe&warm wing...
we may just be able to afford the gas to BRC!
Thank you, my gracious friend.
I love you dearly.

Pura Vida Mi Amorcito

Current Rotation: Deftones meet Leonard Cohen
Homesick for Brooklyn,
...:::RxQ:::...

Con mucho cariño...

Harlem's Hilton #28

Swelling Heart

"Tramps like us baby, we were born to run"
--Bruce Springsteen







Notable text message of the day:
"Want to b in commercial 4 korean GPS system? Need to b herASAP til 730. Pls call"
Hah ha ha -- I love you DG.

Wheresoever you go...

Go with all your heart.
~Confucius

MADLY in love with my life these days:

As Time Goes By

Current Rotation: Dooley Wilson...

I brave the tundra with sweet purpose.

Saturday Morning Sessions

Checked OUT...

I have no desire whatsoever to be on the computer right now...
Some photos are up on the other site, but the whole story will come soon.

















shewzyQQ

Missing Muh Midnight Rides...

Get well soon babydoll!
Love You, sQ

The Untold Want

"The untold want, by life and land ne’er granted,
Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find."
~Walt Whitman (1819–1892)

"Oh, Jerry don't let's ask for the moon, we have the stars."
[waxing gibbous, 97%]

I Want To Be The Mitochondrion

[love for the work of David Ho]

Though outdated now, I'm tired of hearing that I'm not blogging - so, here's one of my many little private letters of links...

"Severing proteins induce kinks in the filament and lead to the formation of short fragments that rapidly de-polymerize or give rise to new filaments."
--Biovisions @ Harvard video

A fabulous video about the inner life of a cell, more like a social study in my little world. (from ZF, of course)

Basically, my words no longer serve to convey proper emotions. I'm not sure if that means things are ending, or just becoming endless?

I am prone to loving in excess - though not often is it that I wish to conume&devour. I think that behavior leads to [un]necessary reductions I am not so eager to partake in.

I spend my days roaming streets, surrounded by an eternal stream of commotion, but always left -- sitting: solitary, enslaved by nothing but my own volumes of illogical rules. Always in need of protection, but never really knowing from whom.

Counting the days until July, when I may see my Spiderman Spydercam, escape the grime, and inhale something pure.

Miss Catalina has been blowing my mind. She consistently makes me feel as though I need to be more productive, less skeptical. Always taking her work to some NEXX level shit! As does my homegirl Summer - with her paintings that often make me write desperate responses late in the night:

Out of hiding- a sweetly scented sleep.
Sinking in skewed and sour stories
Successively searching supplementary treasures
...Buried in a stagnant symphony...

And if that's not enough, there are always other's [post] secrets to juice off of.
[I may never have to use my own words again.]

It's time for me to get the fuck up, put on some lotion [even though I never made it to the beach] an have a likkle downtown brooklyn backyard BBQ...

Someday I will read to you Hans Christian Andersen, 'til then, here is a very cool little Fair[y] Use Tale.

Forgive me, but I always want to show you thiiiiinnngs.
--love--
...::sQ::...

Love for Logyu

More Here

All Wound Up

Over nothing.
Tuesday, NYC

CONJOINED

Madison Square Park, NYC: Roxie Paine

"If you want a red rose," said the Tree, "you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart's-blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine."
The Nightingale and the Rose, Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

Whirlwinds

William Klein is today's hero.
(more, if you have the patience for annoying flash)

Archival Tributes

...::Lamentations of an Exodus::...

The Little House

DB Saves The Day...

After all these years - you never cease to swoop in an save my days Sugah.
A little Carmel and some of my very favorite Big SIR. MMmmmmm.
Adios New York!!!



(photos by DB)

It's A Slow Jerk Kinna Day

Ohmygod Mr. C, How I LOVE you so. It was really all about the introduction.
And here is what this particular blog has come to, thanks to you...

"You wanna know where you're gonna spend your eternity? Youre gonna spend it with ME, talkin' bout jesus!"

*Stop making eye contact
*We gon' make love til you wake up.
*On getting caught

YouTube of the Day

It's Bobby Brown vs. Sex Moves
brawhahahahhahahahahahah

The Phantom of Brownsville

Nature's Porn

April's Ride

I spend my days riding with the energy attained from gorging on jarfuls of Nutella. Here are this week's photos...
Click to enlarge

Cradle To The Grave

...Senseless Loss...
Forever in our hearts,
The Sweetest Nathan Grant
November 15, 1986 - April 22, 2007

99¢ Impurity

Current Rotation:
Siboney ~ Connie Francis
Voodoo ~ Screamin' Jay Hawkins
La Reine Des Mille Et Une Nuits ~ Ahmed el Maghreby & Khaled Dagher

Brooklyn Hospitals: A Summation

Notoriously Noted

End Of Intermission

Current Rotation:
Duet Solo Dancers ~ Charles Mingus
On The Right Track ~ Phyllis Dillon
He's a Rebel ~ The Crystals

SIX days, yes s-i-x days sitting in my little box in Brooklyn with the PLAGUE. Having lost any sense of the reality I normally blue-knuckle-clutch to so dearly, I found myself living on random bits of freezer burned shrimp and the instant-boxed-foods that have sat in the refrigerator unloved for months, while devouring nine books and nostalgically rifling through six very large drawers of old photos. I didn't open the front door, I didn't answer the phone, and I never slept more than a few hours - despite having slugged multiple bottles of Nyquil on a daily [last resort] basis.

I find it relatively terrifying that I am completely content to hole up in my house for weeks at a time with absolutely no social interaction, and even worse, I have now fallen in LOVE with the concept.

I've successfully set up my living arrangements so that everything I need may be contained in this miniscule space [sewing machine, cameras, bags full of blank postcards from places I've never been, paint, gluesticks, book press, inkless printers] and with technology as it is today - I may have everything missing delivered to my home – even Fresh Direct's expired food comes to my shit neighborhood - finally! No more space-invading, heavily scented, anxiety inducing train rides at rush hour, no more nettlesome guys singing their solicitous soliloquies at the bodega, and if I seal up my windows, I can barely hear the incessant hammering of fire trucks, police cars, custom dolla van horns, assholes fighting, or that rancid man that parks&plays the entire Anthony B album each mawnin at 6 am directly below. Now, if only I didn’t have that grave obsession with the 20” bike frame and the love for the boys who ride them brakeless…

I'm feeling the loss of ZF these days, so I now spend my time sentimentally lurking through his archives...and on that note, this one is for you my dearest pen-pal Dan: forgive that last [blunderingly insane, under-socialized, late night] letter – I’ve been on a bit of a binge lately... ehem...Hindsight [it's 20/20]

XO,
sQ
20 Minutes wisely spent

Clarity Amidst Utter Chaos...Again

*Thank you BMM ~ two years and still the only one to bring it. Greatly appreciated.
*Thank you Ze ~ No more upsetting people by my hysterics on the mawnin train commute while watching your podcasts, though your brilliant morgue will stay with me always.
*Thank you STY for always playing the role of my spine when everything seems to be falling apart.
*And to my Floridian Twin: you move and motivate and inspire ~ I'm so grateful to have met you!!
xo
I hate this blog
sQ

*hmmm, Spit as public art, or as Albert Reyes calls it: "graffiti without consequences?"
*Make room for yet another crappy "urban" t-shirt design company my friends...

Free At Last

6am Sun&Loveliest of Company
Perfection&Alignment

Rapport?!! Faded vs. Fresh [skin]

It doesn't get much creepier than receiving this in my inbox multiple times...

Argh...Miss Amy Winehouse -You Know I'm No Good
I'm terrified to even go into "Stronger Than Me" or "Back to Black"
Brawahahhahaha, the bitch can sing!

Mac Genius / Tekserve / IT Guy

Many bottles of wine, some major Solipsistic love, a bit of hardware, a $2 screwdriver,
and I have what you, Mr. Mac Genius / Tekserve guy, told me could *never* happen:
My baby is back, no thanks to you - and all the more powerful.

I will take out the soldering iron and duct tape before I ever stand on your lines again.

[Feeling] Tense

How I love you so...

The Vapor[less]

As you left
so did my little powerbook [accitdentally thrown across the kitchen]
...destroyed...
[momentarily seamless]
It cannot be replaced
.such irony.
Heart shredded out of my chest,
I wish only to be chainsmoking on a brown suede couch-
watching zefrank--
and fixing things.

Art Basel: Part II, Random Slideshow Of Things That Pleased Me

Still in recovery from a 4 day weekend without any sleep...
Summer had a great show, sold a lot of work, and despite having to be "present" at her spot, we still managed to find the time to make it out to Aqua (ahhh: a giant Faile & bikini babes in jacuzzi), Nada (flyest girl in Rio), Pulse (Radcliffe, in spirit), Scope, Pool and a few others. It was a whirlwind of art forum-y highbrows, uber-fabulous black bookers, culture hustlers, elbowy bitches at the VIP ropes, Mark Ryden "inspired" artists, skulls, and a million of our NYC friends. Over-stimulated, under-fed (it took us a minute to figure out how to get an edible dinner) and still-without-tan, we now have a master plan for next year which will surely include extended days of penthouse views on the other side of the tracks...
Thank you to my very dearest Vane for sharing such a FABULOUS FUCKING weekend with me!!
All Love,
sQ

Click here if the slideshow is acting retarded

Vane & sQ - Art Basel - Miami Beach

Meanwhile, on another coast: I missed the talented Mr. Sam Flores.

Basel [Burn]out

Art Basel - Miami Beach... More to come

Racing Alongside Patience

My favorite of the day: Gregg Conde
More of his videos: Sean Boyles Painting
And even more time-lapse obsession: DR Romanelli x Jose Parla

Ani mitgaga'at eilecha motek!

Orange cheese, cheap wine, single beds an Casablanca, Cinderella style
always, always, always,
Ani ohevet otach!

Pull The Wool

Sweet Savage

Beach House Babies

The countdown begins...
Hope you still have those BluBlockers
So so excited!
Aspen [mountainous jacuzzi] to follow?!

............................................................
So late in the game, but still runnin' heavy on the infomercial tip, it's the Quote of the mawnin:
"I didn’t want no bumps on my face.
I'll be straight up.
That’s why I started using Proactive.
It preserves my sexy."
--P Diddy, gaylord

Daze Observed

Boutique Du Boulanger