Had a blast at Cinco de Mayo on Cherokee with a super cool lady. Except that I lost my Rx sunglasses. I’m pissed. Now that I think about it, Cinco de Mayo sucked.
WdEdit: Found my glasses! Cinco can go back to being awesome.
Had a blast at Cinco de Mayo on Cherokee with a super cool lady. Except that I lost my Rx sunglasses. I’m pissed. Now that I think about it, Cinco de Mayo sucked.
WdEdit: Found my glasses! Cinco can go back to being awesome.
You seemed cool. You didn’t have many followers.
So I followed you. But then I saw that you sent me an automated DM thanking me for the follow. Really, guys?
1. Super ungeniune
2. A waste of my time
3. Makes you look like a dumb, lazy brand
4. No one wants to receive DMs from brands. EVER.
So I unfollowed you.
Thanks for reading, and let this be a lesson to you.
It’s finally here. And there are some pretty contagious tunes. Currently digging “How Come You Don’t Want Me.” Now who’s ready to dance?
I’m probably going to have a series of website idea posts. Also, just general idea posts. Because this website is costing me $6 a month and I barely use it, so I need to start taking action. Read the rest of this entry »
So my appointment with Lauren at Tower Classic didn’t go as planned. The design she intended for the inner portion of my arm is too large for the space. Apparently I need to work out more. Read the rest of this entry »
WOW, it’s been like 6 months since I wrote about Tower Classic Tattoo’s awesome anniversary party and how much I’m in love with the brand.
Now that it’s 2013, I’m still feeling the love. And I’ve had some work done on my arm.
I met with Lauren in June to talk about the design for a science fiction half sleeve. You may already know that I’m a huge fan of Ray Bradbury, particularly his book The Martian Chronicles. PLUS I think space is just awesome, and especially old 1950′s science fiction literature. I showed Lauren a “mood board” of sorts, basically images I had ripped off Google Search for “vintage science fiction” and similar queries. Read the rest of this entry »
2012 blew my friggin mind. I discovered that new artists aren’t necessarily terrible, as I had previously blasphemed. Fortunately the music gods didn’t smite my hearing for doubting the magic that was before me.
Whatever, I’ll get to the point. Several albums made me want to die (in a good way) this year. In no particular order. Read the rest of this entry »
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This weekend was extraordinary for many reasons, but for one in particular. The tattoo shop that I’ve been super digging, Tower Classic Tattoo, threw a Summer Kickoff/Customer Appreciation party. I wanted to check it out simply because the vibes steaming from that building are everything I love in a tattoo shop.
I’ll do my best to describe it to you: imagine stepping out to a beautiful wooden patio that’s shielded by a spangled pergola. Maybe it was just a fully-covered patio. I do not recall exactly. But there was basically a deck with strands of lights and a pathway that led to candlelit picnic tables. Arguably my favorite thing about summer (besides the clothing) is relaxing on back patios with friends and drinks. So you can imagine my excitement when I took in this unexpected addition to the shop (which in itself has remarkable character.)
When I was in college, junior year, I made friends with a few select individuals who changed my life. Nick, Ben, and Lane. These three fellows introduced me to the Beat Generation – specifically Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg. After class we would congregate off campus, either at a dingy coffee shop or at a mutual friend’s disgusting dwelling, and we’d read. Aloud.
Last Saturday was the highly anticipated IndiHop, a festival of sorts that featured 50 craft beers and small businesses in two trendy areas of St. Louis (in fact, my two favorite areas), The Grove and Cherokee Street. My loyal comrade, Ian, and I stood in line on Saturday around 11:30 for the tickets. Unfortunately we had failed to purchase them at the steal-of-a-deal online price of $10, but we were still more than happy to shell out an extra $5 for an afternoon of bar hopping, street walking (not the dirty kind), and people judging. Oh man, I really wanted that special IndiHop mug, too. Only about 10oz, it was a generous size for beer samples, and acted as your ticket to the various businesses and bars that were passing out craft beer from the participating breweries. Read the rest of this entry »