san diego party time

thurdsay , october 2nd , at beauty bar SD


this is thr premier night of the party we are throwing on the first thursday of the every month. startingggggggggggg...nnnnnnnnow!
there will be a couple of bands and madness. come shine alll night"!

death of a hollywood hustler

Paul Newman, Hollywood's anti-hero, dies at 83
Paul Newman never much cared for what he once called the "rubbish" of Hollywood, choosing to live in a quiet community on the opposite corner of the U.S. map, staying with his wife of many years and — long after he became bored with acting — pursuing his dual passions of philanthropy and race cars.

And yet despite enormous success in both endeavors and a vile distaste for celebrity, the Oscar-winning actor never lost the aura of a towering Hollywood movie star, turning in roles later in life that carried all the blue-eyed, heartthrob cool of his anti-hero performances in "Hud," "Cool Hand Luke" and "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid." And one of my favorite movies of all time, "the Hustler".

my birthday party

this wednesday : beauty bar los angeles! needles & pins. yaaaaaye!

markovich art show

this saturday in los feliz!

IRELAND'S FINEST

BRUCE "THE OX"

around four years ago, i found myself on a european trip with the team black label. we were all scarred and bruised having done demos and photo shoots all across the surface of the moon and the rebuilt facade of war torn central europe. these went on for several weeks and a much needed break from the constant slamming of one's body down on the pavement was needed. our team had gone from seven healthy , ambitious athletes, to three tired, sore, and angry young men. i'd seen the remaining four get sent home due to one broken wrist, one seperated shoulder, a near death case of pnumonia, and a concussion resulting in siezeure. i was pretty over the idea of being in europe , stuck in a foreign landscape and never hearing english. i wouldn't call it homesick,(since i could care less about getting back to LA) just sick of the present state of things. it seemed everywhere we'd go, there wasn't time enough for personal excursions or even half a day to go check out the city. just people expecting you to shred their set-up, or wanting some type of mini interview from you, or rushing you off to a skate-shop autograph session. you really start to feel like a whore after a while and begin to see why dudes like matt Hensley decided to hang it up and forgo the pro skateboarder life. this isn't why i started skating and ain't what i expected when i decided that being a sponsored skateboarder was about the coolest thing in the world (which it is). i don't know why, but after this tour i decided to accept an invitation to Ireland and do an interview for the european magazine 'kingpin'. although the idea of spending more time in a strange land with different customs and odd accents made me want to vomit, i thought (as i always do) this all could be over tomorrow and you'd better take every oppritunity that skateboarding wants to give you. i was totally beat and boarded the plane to dublin not knowing whom i was to meet up with, i'd never met an irish skater before, let alone an irish skate magazine editor. fuck it, live this life to the fullest. i prepared myself for more skating and my sore body was hating me, i was about to try and pull off shooting an interview in the span of a week in a country severely lacking in skate-spots with a history of an eleven month rainy season. upon arrival, i saw , thank god, a couple of dudes who looked like they might have skated. this was to be the editor and photographer. they instantly, and without provocation, insisted to me that "this is Ireland, and we take a back seat approach to skating here". i was told that, not only was there nothing at all expected of me, but it was all my show. where, when and whatever i wanted. aaaaaahhhh, i sighed. things are looking up. that evening i was to be introduced to Bruce 'the OX'. the rawest skateboarder i've ever met. Bruce 'the OX' and i hit it off instantly. he regailed me of tales of his trips to america in search of full-pipes, i was told of many Bruce 'the OX' missions that would involve hours upon hours of digging and shoveling sweeping and pick-axeing his way to some simple type of a bank to ledge or a 200 year old fountain that he just knew was skatable if he only could dig it out. i saw photos and footage of he and his mates trecking across grasslands and taking blow-up rafts out to remote areas just to get to a cement quarter pipe that was full of mud. there were missions of repelling, no joke, down into the earth into pitch black tunnels with coal-miner lights on their heads, trying to skate some abandoned tunnels. the one that really sticks with me was the footage of them crawling into the sewer systems with gas masks on and skating the sewage pipes and literally falling in shit. no magazine, no 411vm filmer following them around. all in the name of skateboarding. this is living? i thought. what this dude had gone through, his drive to seek out the unskated, the uncharted spots, made my last three weeks look like a cakewalk. right then and there i was born again. never again would i bitch about the life of a sponsored skateboarder being a bummer. this, right here in front of me , was real skateboarding, for the love of it. if skateboarding is our religion, then Bruce 'the OX' is our messiah. you'll never see this dude in a magazine, and probably never hear of him after this , but that is the heart of the whole thing. whenever i feel like focusing my board, or hate on this life due to getting kicked out of spots all day or whatever, i think of The OX. and i smile. and i skate.

in memorium

VAN WASTELL dead at 24

moustache of the 80's

rollie fingers: pitcher, batter, hero.

stache-toons

"deathbowl" movie premier monday

Deathbowl to Downtown chronicles four decades of life in New York City and showcases the emergence and influence of the urban skateboarding scene as it evolved in the gritty streets of the five boroughs. With narration by Chloë Sevigny and musical tracks provided by the Beastie Boys, Drunk Injuns, Minor Threat, Eric B. & Rakim, Wu-Tang Clan and the Talking Heads, among others, Deathbowl to Downtown is the first feature length film to show the rise of skateboarding from a New Yorker's perspective. Scripted by Jocko Weyland (author of The Answer is Never: A Skateboarder's History of the World), Deathbowl to Downtown traces the untold and historically rich story of how skateboarding evolved in New York City, beginning in the mid 1970's with a group of skaters known as the Zoo York Crew and then developed into its present day form. Deathbowl to Downtown shows how New York skaters made due with the harsh realities of the city's urban landscape and unintentionally helped shape the face of modern skateboarding.

jocks running in front of skaters

go to shadlambert.com for the near collision and the subsequent make.

vice party ASR

im DJing earlier on in the night so i dont have to be looking after my records and all that stuff all night , so get there early.RSVP here

brian lotti's music vid

featuring patrick melcher and the culver city dub collective. directed by brian lotti

the salton sea.....

Roughly three miles East of Niland, California lies the beautiful wasteland now known as Slab City and the Salton Sea. Nowadays you can go there and pretty much do what ever you want without concern for the law. Some choose to camp there while others chose to live there. Some choose to make drugs while others seem to be taking drugs? We chose to get lost in the surroundings and skate the abandoned but not forgotten.