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Get Down

Happy Hol­i­days from me (and Pinky) to Exis­ten­tial Media and beyond; what­ever it is you cel­e­brate, get down (and don’t for­get that Mary J. Blige at the hol­i­day party). Woo!

P.S. I’m in So Cal, so lets hang out if you are too.

Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone O.

I’m in South­ern Cal­i­for­nia on a surprise-whim for my best friend, Dani’s, birth­day. I can now offi­cially say, “Yeah, I’ve popped out of a cake before. Yeah, dressed like Madonna.”

Advanced

Hey. I got a new cam­era, which shoots APS (oooh, remem­ber that shit?). While it’s sort of a pain-in-the-ass (actu­ally, I bid and won the wrong auc­tion on eBay), it works well, and it’s a nifty lit­tle point-and-shoot that I can take out with me on adventures…ya know, for easy access. Here are a few from my first roll:

(NSFW!)

P.S. my Flickr account is back in action. They restricted me for awhile due to some pho­tos not being labeled cor­rectly. D’oh!

Into TIE’s

This week­end ruled.

After almost a year of search­ing (off-and-on) for the Wash­ing­ton Pack­ing Co. build­ing, I finally found it! And just in time! Also known as TIE’s Ware­house, in honor of slain graf­fiti artist TIE ONE, this build­ing once housed a tuna can­ning fac­tory, until a cou­ple of cases of bot­u­lism shut it down in the early 1960’s. After its ini­tial shut­down, another fish com­pany oper­ated busi­ness out of the ware­house until the mid-1970’s, as well as var­i­ous other ten­ants using the space through the 1980’s. After the 1989 quake, the build­ing was deemed “unsafe” and it was shut down for good. Over the last 20 years, graf­fiti artists have reclaimed this space fill­ing every piece of blank con­crete with col­or­ful pieces. I was sur­prised to find out that there are even pieces in there that have been run­ning since the 1990’s! Still intact! I’m glad I was able to finally see this place in per­son; Cal­Trans has recently announced that they will demol­ish this build­ing come mid-September, destroy­ing a huge chunk of time­less works. So sad.

Check it out…

When we first arrived, we had trou­ble locat­ing exactly HOW to get in. Even­tu­ally we found a hole in a fence, a trail, a driftwood-bridge, and another hole in the metal grate…and came into this:

We then stum­bled into the next por­tion of the build­ing through another hole in the wall…

The first room was fairly dark (and eerie as fuck), and I wor­ried that the rest of the ware­house would be the same (and I didn’t bring a flash­light — some explorer I am!). But soon enough, after turn­ing a cou­ple cor­ners, the nat­ural light crept in. It was breath-taking. Pieces EVERYWHERE.

Ever won­der what 20 years worth of spray paint cans looked like? I got an idea.

I will never for­get the over­whelm­ing surge of emo­tion I got walk­ing up the stairs and onto the sec­ond floor. To leave the dark­ness and enter a room full of light and color…this photo hardly does it justice:

AWE2:

A Rime piece from 2007:

BEGR:

Girafa:

And onto the rooftop to peep that VOMIT roller! Huge!

I hope I can make it back before it’s gone. There is so much more that needs to be photographed!

Oh, and speak­ing of destroy­ing pieces of graf­fiti his­tory — I just read that the SABER LA RIVER piece (which hap­pened to be the biggest piece in the world — it even made it into the Guin­ness Book of World Records) has now been buffed by the city of Los Ange­les. FUCK. I am glad I got to see it one last time, while I was in LA for the day, last month. :(

Friends w/ Benefits

I went to a party tonight at Mama Calizo’s Voice Fac­tory, an art studio-space downtown(ish), where my friend Jesse is cur­rently the artist in res­i­dence. He’s throw­ing a big performance/show called “Total Facts Known” next month, and this party was a ben­e­fit (title make sense now? Haha, get it?!) for that. While there were a hand­ful of great per­form­ers, I didn’t shoot much dur­ing the evening. But! Here are some gems from when I did — they are mostly from Lil’ Miss Hot Mess/Sweetcheeks’ per­for­mance at the end of the night.

NSFW

If you’re in SF next month, “Total Facts Known” runs Sep­tem­ber 20th, 8-10PM at Mama Calizo’s Voice Fac­tory (1519 Mis­sion St. @ 11th). Check the flyer…I’ll be in atten­dance and you should totally come with!

San Francisco, Today

More SF blippage!

I took a trip up to Twin Peaks this after­noon, just as the fog rolled over the hills. It was (hecka!!!) windy up there, which worked out well and gave me that sweet, pink, blank fog-shot that’s used in the video. On my way home, I stopped by some of my favorite alleys in my neigh­bor­hood to cap­ture the sunny streets!

Life in 35mm (cont.)

I picked up some more devel­oped film today, which fea­tured some shots of recent week­end trips with the guy. Also, I’ve been work­ing with Spe­cial Ed Sum­mer school pro­grams through­out the city. It’s been inter­est­ing, I must say. Prior to last week, I hadn’t done Pre-K work in quite some time; I for­got how wild those kids can be (I even got bit, and a giant Lego to the groin). This week I returned to the mid­dle school world. Meh.

Oh, and I’m going to see No Doubt next week. Hella Good, yo!

“Fuck work, love life.” –F-Yeah Fest

“Eat a bur­rito every day, life rules.” –Mess w/ Texas Party

A Diff Bay

Went to the Mon­terey Bay Aquar­ium, which was cool and all, but the huge pop­u­la­tion of annoy­ing tourists (we were just reg­u­lar tourists, hehe) with out-of-control chil­dren made it dif­fi­cult to enjoy the beauty of it. I wish peo­ple respected the “NO FLASH” rule when shoot­ing pho­tos of ani­mals; I’m sure they’re most-likely already freaked out enough that they’re locked in lit­tle boxes. I also wish Mon­terey had bet­ter food, too. But hey, I did see, prob­a­bly the cutest thing ever: a sleep­ing Otter. *giddy*

Oh, and today is my Mother’s 53rd birth­day. Happy Birth­day, Heidi.

Summer So Far: Film, Travel, Dude

Dude…I got some film developed:

Peo­ples,

The spirit of Sum­mer is alive in the city by the Bay. Though it seems hecka foggy 75% of the time, there is that 25% of warm Sun that emerges, push­ing us to run wild in the streets, lie in the park watch­ing cotton-clouds swim by through the blue, and drink tall cans wher­ever the hell we feel. It’s nice feel­ing this good. I kick-started my Sum­mer in Vegas with the now-boyfriend (wait, whaaaa?) and then went on a quick trip to South­ern Cal­i­for­nia to attend adult Sum­mer camp at the Michelsen Com­pound. I’m still amazed at how much fun and trou­ble we got into within the small hell-hole that is Cov­ina (it’s very bitter-sweet, you know this). Who wants to skate more pools? I need to learn some tricks!

Any­hoo, I hope you’re all well. Big ups to Matthew for the fresh, new EM look. Let’s get cray-cray in the blo­gos­phere! I want to know what is up!

Xoxo,

Mikeo

P.S. Let this get you pumped:

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UY7snfJTgeE[/youtube]

Sometimes Shit Gets Fierce

On Sun­day, I did a most-radical scav­enger hunt in cel­e­bra­tion of a friend’s birth­day. We ran-a-muck through the Mis­sion in search of items to meet our list of clues. It was also dur­ing this party that I offered to help Team Cham­mee with their sea­son finale entry for The Stud’s “Project Run­tover” com­pe­ti­tion, which was to take place the fol­low­ing evening…I went in know­ing very lit­tle, but that was part of the fun!

Up until last night, I had never been to The Stud (Har­ri­son x 9th), nor had I ever entered a com­pe­ti­tion of this type. But I fig­ured, what a great way to do some­thing cre­ative (and new) on a Mon­day night…afterall, what else would I be doing? Sleep­ing? Cha’h! “Project Run­tover” is an elab­o­rate Project Run­way–themed gath­er­ing in which con­tes­tants cre­ate teams and spend the hours of 10 to mid­night con­struct­ing a look. The finale was wed­ding themed and the past win­ners all went head-to-head in a no hold barred bat­tle of style. I know what you’re think­ing, and hell yeah, shit got fierce. Check it out:

Here’s Team Cham­mee ready to cut a bitch:

What we’re work­ing with:

Matt aka Dirty Hair­less (for the night):

Half way through the com­pe­ti­tion, the rules changed: teams work­ing on men’s gar­ments had to switch it to female and vice versa. We had about 40% fin­ished of some sort of tuxedo by then, which we flipped into a gown. Sashé!

Chanté!

The other queens got ready too…

Almost there!

Show­time! Did I men­tion that we had a per­for­mance? Matt lip-synched for his life to Etta James’ “Stop the Wed­ding”.

Makin’ the crowd go wow:

I don’t remem­ber what team this was, but it was fairly wild…

That’s Shady Bear:

And of course, Raya Light. I think this was my favorite pic­ture of the evening:

What a blast. Unfor­tu­nately, we only got hon­or­able men­tion, but the experience…fuck yes!