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Last night was nuts.  Details to come.  In the mean time Bday Week Part 3:  Burning Angel Party!

Come get fucked.

For serious.  Be there or be square.

Here is part one of birthday week.  Totally radical dude.  This is just the warm up to Friday night.  I better see you out tomorrow.

You can see the festivities from yesterday here. 

I am now older than Kurt Cobain was when he died.  Is that really possible?   I am older than most professional football players.  I am too old to be the Real World.  Shit.  All my dreams have been crushed by my withering life.

As you should know by now, I don’t drink.  And as you should also know by now, I DO drink on my birthday.  And while I have work on Friday and will not be getting destroyed tonight, I WILL be on Friday.  At the party Trash. At the club 40C.  On Ave C and 3rd.

Let us now take a look back at the shots from the last time I got drunk at Trash, just one short year ago.  Thanks to TK for the photos.

This is Anna.  I saw her waiting in line to get in and I thought she was cute so I pulled her to the front.  I think I asked the dude with her if I could make out with her.  After that we talked online all the time… but I have only seen her once since and that was for like one minute.

Dimitry and Alana totally love me.  Too bad D can’t make it this year.  One of the main reasons I celebrated my birthday at High Voltage last night too.

These two random Asians pulled me into a bathroom.  I don’t really remember this part of the night at all, but let’s just say there were some pictures that did not end up online…

This is my homie Leah.  The only girl to ever make my top 8 without dating me first.  She does this.  This photo pretty much sums up exactly how I am when I am drunk.

This is Roo.  I met her at Motherfucker two days earlier and I fell in love with her.  I kept telling her that she was the only person I wanted to make out with, but I had to make out with everyone for my birthday.  It was her birthday too. I only saw her once again after this and then she moved.


This is my brother.  He is amazing.

I made out with 22 people last year and this girl was number 22.  I never saw her again, but shortly after this my friends found her camera at a Daft Punk show.  So if anyone knows her, let me know, I would like to get her the pictures back.

This is Zoe.  I ended up dating her shortly after this photo was taken.  It has pretty much been my most serious relationship in NYC.  Really my only relationship… That night I took a photo of us kissing for the first time which I always thought would be cute to show our grandkids.  Heh.

So yes, that is it.  Come out this year and witness me falling over and trying to make out with everyone and breaking my cameras and it all being a huge disaster.  It will be SO MUCH FUN!

Look. That is just a horrible name. I am all fine with you guys combining your parties… but can’t you just come up with a better name?

Anyway:

Due to my computer over heating, I missed the deadline for the Village Voice, so these photos may never end up on their site. They still might, but I fucked up. This same problem caused me to have to ask my roommates questions about why my laptop was in the refrigerator.

Due to the hot body contest at this party, this gallery has a bunch of naked people and you should probably not look it at work or whatever.

Due to an insane amount of alcohol there are several photos of Michael T dancing shirtless.

Due to my birthday happening in 9 minutes I have to go to High Voltage right now.

Photos go here, go to Trash on Friday or lose me as a friend. Thanks.

UPDATE: The photos did end up getting posted on the VillageVoice.com. 

Tomorrow night is part one of my birthday celebration at High Voltage. It will be fun.

Then Thursday is my actual birthday, and I think I am just going to spend it at home.

Then Friday will be the craziness. I am not sure if I have to tell you this, but I do not drink… except on my birthday and New Years Eve. On New Years I had to shoot a party so I stayed pretty in control. That will not be the case on Friday. I plan on getting extremely destroyed and I will try to make out with pretty much any girl who comes near me, so be warned. I am a very nice drunk… just maybe a little too nice. Last year I made out with 22 ladies, and if I get as drunk as I think I will, I will try to break that total.

Check out the photos from last year. And then check out the flyers below. I am also hosting a party Saturday with details to come soon.

UPDATE: Flyer for Saturday posted below. I can’t believe they listed me as “Stud Photographer”. That is horrifying.

Okay.  So I took these a long time ago but I didn’t get around to getting them up.  Kate is a Burning Angel model and works for PopPorn.  She is best friends with my fake girlfriend and lives in Philly.  We started to take these photos in a bathroom but a bouncer bursted in and yelled at us.  I guess we were holding up the line for the people needing to do coke.  We then finished up in the back of the club, but I did not really love any of the shots I took.  She is a rad girl though, and I want to shoot her better next time. Yeah.  Click click goes here.  NSFW.

For those who are wondering where the Trash Vs. Rated X Vs. Salvation Vs. Glamdammit photos are… or where the Zombie Sideshow party photos are I was shooting for the VillageVoice.com yesterday and I am waiting until they publish the galleries to put up my photos.  But I will let you know about that as soon as they are up.  There are a lot of extremely great, and extremely fucked up photos so get excited.

In the mean time, in celebration of this wondrous holiday here is one of the most awkward uncomfortable watch videos I have ever seen on YouTube.  I am pretty sure the troops would not want this wacky girls support, but they have it anyway.

Send the troops home, and this strange woman to Iraq.

Ps.  It is my birthday on Thursday and I am doing several things for it which you will be made aware of in the coming days, but FIRDAY at TRASH at 40C I will be getting drunk for the first time since New Years and it is sure to be a scene.  So mark it on your calendars now.

Now… Crank that awkward Asian woman…

I have seen pretty much every blog on the planet post the MUTO animation by the extremely talented artist BLU. Every time I see it I am reminded of a video by The Gaskets that is done in a similar style of painting and then panting over to create animation. The Gaskets video is not nearly as impressive of course, but I love it and I figured I would post them both back to back for a nice Sunday throw away post and then I am off to shoot some events for the VillageVoice.com which I am pretty excited about. See you at Trash Vs. Rated X tonight at Don Hills?

MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

I feel like I have been running around a lot lately without a camera so I figure we can do like a little run through of the last few days before I get to the photos from Trash.

Thursday night I went to a bunch of places… Upstairs, Unstoppable Perfect and I was on my way to Jake Destructions new party when I ran into an extremely drunk DJ Krames who convinced me and Niko that the place to be was Porch for the Name Ribbon party. When we got there it was pretty late and the previously packed crowd was beginning to thin. I was about to leave for Jake’s party, but due to the drunkness of several people I ended up staying there until like 430 at which point Krames, Rok One, two girls and I decided to drive to the White Castle in Bushwick. The plan was actually just to drive everyone home, but when I found out Rok lived next to the White Castle I made everyone go with me. I was hungry, no one else was. I was joking about how we should get thirty burgers which Krames kept calling the “Dirty Thirty”. Everyone seemed to think I was joking when I pulled in to the White Castle drive thru. I looked at the menu and low and behold 30 burgers was an actual menu item. I ordered 30 burgers and a small drink. After waiting for about 30 min in line while we jammed out to the Bangers “I Hear Dead People” mix tape we were handed an entire fucking SUITCASE full of burgers. I did not think such a thing existed. Let me stop right here to point out that Krames is not the smallest of men, and he was squeezed in the back seat of my two door hatchback with two girls and a shit load of clothes that Niko gave me for Kristine. He could not even move enough to get any money out of his pocket to help pay for the burgers. So when I handed him a case of burgers it was probably one of the funniest things I have ever witnessed to watch him struggle to hand out the burgers to all of us. (This also may have had something to do with the fact it was 5 am and I had only slept 4 hours the night before.) I have photos of this, but they were on my film camera so they are not developed yet. You will see them eventually. As a group we crushed the burgers. I think I had 7 myself. The only two that were not eaten were used as props in a photo shoot that involved one of the girls laying on my car topless with burgers on her nipples, a suit case full of meat on top of the car and Krames jumping out of the car burger in hand. It is less likely that you will see that photo because I told the girl I would only post it if it was amazing… and I have my doubts. When it was all said and done I was full of burgers, Krames an I had decided we were best friends, and Rok and I seriously bonded over the Fat Boys (which strangely enough had nothing to do with the 28 burgers we consumed.).

Okay.. so lets skip to Saturday, last night… I saw Olde English’s comedy show. I am an old school fan and it was nice to see them in person. Plus my “fun dad” Pete was there as was this dude Kumail who is probably in the top 3 funniest Kumil’s on the internet. The show was great and then I got a call to go to this party in Greenpoint… you know… I should go to sleep instead of ranting.

There are these photos from Friday night. I was helping Kill Shop Kill shoot their look book. Brad Walsh was shooting portraits and I was shooting action shots. So yeah, there are a lot of photos here of people wearing KSK shirts. Yeah. Not safe for work because of Stormy’s pornographic battle with Moz’s birthday cake… seriously.

As discussed before things like the Weezer Pork And Beans video is a sure sign of the Apocalypse.  The internet will colapse on itself and then the four horsemen will arrive and end times will be upon us.  And it will be all River’s fault.

I had some of my photos from South By Southwest posted in this months BPM Magazine. Actually their new issue might be out by now or something. I picked it up a week ago or something, but just got around to scanning it. Two of the photos I did not take and are strangely credited to me. I took several photos of Danny Masterson (aka MomJeans aka that dude from that 70’s show) but not the photo that is in this spread. I also did not take the image listed as Matt and Denise. But what can you do? Click the image below to see a large version of it.

So I am not sure who threw confetti all over the place last week, but the manager of Happy Endings like pulled me off to the side and said he knew it was me and that he considered it vandalism.  Let me be the first to tell you that glitter and confetti make me cry.  I do not like waking up three days after a party with glitter in my eye.  So fuck man, not my fault.

I am not sure that anything else of note happened last night.  I had to turn down a job shooting a LVHRD event because of work, which was not awesome, and um…

Okay, yesterday was a wash.  Clearly nothing at all happened.  But still, there are pictures.

My friend Kristine had everything she owned destroyed in a fire a few weeks ago.  She is amazing and was one of my first friends in NYC.  I did not really realize how bad things were for her until I got this email she sent out.  I am sending her out some stuff tomorrow, but I was hoping maybe some of you could help her too.  Attached is her email message.  Please contact me via email or myspace  (or her myspace) for her mailing address.  I did not want to post it online.

 As you may already know by now, on April 22nd, less than one month ago, several people (including myself) lost our creative workspace, rehearsal space and most importantly our home to a devastating fire and I have temporarily relocated to Louisville, Kentucky. Yes, I am coming back, however I am not certain when. My father had purchased, as a birthday gift to me, a round trip ticket to Louisville so that I could attend the 134th Kentucky Derby, an event I had been waiting to fall on my 29th birthday since I was a little girl. My family and close friends encouraged me to continue my plans in the wake of the fire and I am glad I did: it was magical. I blew out a candle alone on my birthday and it was fine. On the eve of my return flight to NYC I realized that I had nothing to come home to and that staying in Kentucky to regroup and relax was a much better option than jumping back into the hurried and competitive pace of Gotham. I believe I made the right decision. After all, staying on my ex-boyfriend’s couch (we all ended up at our exes in the days after the fire) seemed like a giant step backward and I am determined to continue progressing. (Plus I am certain he didn’t really want me there anyway!)

Although by some incredible blessing no human was injured, we did lose our feline friend, Pilgrim. I am not sure how many of you have experienced or survived a residential fire (to those of you who have I can’t thank you enough for being there for me), but aside from the great monetary loss of possessions and the harsh reality of seeing who really is (or is not) there for you in times of great need, losing this animal seems to be the most heartbreaking aspect of the tragedy for me. This could be because I am notoriously allergic to — and thus averse to — cats, but I really loved him. I would dream about Pilgrim and wake up with him and tell him…I have attached his photo.

Every night my dreams are incredibly stressful and reflect some event having to do with the fire: my belongings that were lost, trying to save Pilgrim, our shattered collective, the separation of my close friends and the stress and adversity we are each individually and collectively experiencing. This has affected the way we are behaving toward one another, and although I am a realist and considering the circumstances, I have not experienced the sensitivity and kindness I give to others, and that hurts.  I was so happy to be where I had finally landed, and the future looked promising. Now, I know that there is a bigger plan somehow in the cards for me, and I know that I will make it to see those plans manifest. I also hope my friends from the house are truly friends and I will see them again. I miss them. I miss a lot of people right now and feel sad that more people I know have not reached out, if even to say hello.

Add to this that I am in a new and unfamiliar environment with new and unfamiliar people and new and unfamiliar surroundings and one might understand how it took me three weeks to be able to muster the strength to go to the Red Cross for assistance. I had posted myspace bulletins asking people I knew for things(with little response), my ex was kind enough to send me what few things I had left and some cash to float me and I think I have just been reeling, feeling sort of happy to be here but also incredibly overstimulated. I don’t have many of the things I need to survive, or what little I have left of what I DO have is about to be all used up. So, finally getting to the Red Cross today proved to be really unproductive: without proof of residency, there is nothing they can do for me. I wasn’t on the lease, and since I “waited too long” I am ineligible for financial assistance anyway. This was really impactive and painful for some reason. I have found a part-time job to tide me over and I begin Wednesday, and my strained finances are an additional burden, so I am glad to regain some structure. I went from having a weekly calendar to having no calendar, and for an organized producer like me, this is also devastating.

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I met Divya a while ago.  We kept talking about doing photos, and last week at Trash we finally got the chance.  There are only a few because people kept banging on the doors.  I wish you guys would stop that.  There are three bathrooms there!  Some people have to work in there instead of doing coke.  Okay… maybe it is not real work… but… leave me a lone.

Divya is both totally adorable and totally scary.  She makes nesting dolls made to look like teratomas. Still, we love her, and we welcome her mini-set to the site.  Take a look. NSFW.