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.

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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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This is going to ruin my life.  And of course he is played by John Cusack the celebrity I get compared to the most.

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So Wednesday night was another night hanging out with BA Girls Nicole and Kate (hence the slight NSFW rating for this gallery). I got to High Voltage very late because I had to work on this site after I got off work and when I got to High Voltage I just sort of haphazardly took some shots. It was pretty great to watch dudes buy them drinks and hit on them, and then they just turn over to me and make fun of the guy. This is a good reason never to buy anyone but your friends drinks. These girls are just mocking you to some other douche bag like me. Anyway, for some reason during the night, I left the club and I was walking around and I ran into one of my exgirlfriends totally randomly. She was in town for some acting work shop and she was looking for a place to dance. I have only seen her once in the last 5 years, so it was pretty surprising to see her. She sort of laughingly yelled at me for her inclusion in my Nascent Sexuality Polaroid Study, but hey, she is the first girl I ever took a naked photo of, so we have to give her some major props.

Anyway, after I left the club I gave Nicole and Kate a ride to Broadway Junction because I figured I would get lost (again) if I tried to drive to Queens (again). On our way Kate had to pee so we stopped the car and pulled into a bodega in Bed-Stuy. The girls convinced the clerk to let them use the “out of order” bathroom and while they were in there I convinced the guy to give me a free grape Snapple if I got the girls to show him their boobs. When I told the girls this, Nicole just growled at me, while Kate posed, boobs out, for a photo with the guy. The whole thing was recorded on the video monitors above our heads. I took the picture on my film camera and I haven’t developed it yet. In the mean time, look at the photos from the party.

So finally, my shit is working again… or so I think.  I guess the real test will be later today when I try to upload the photos from Wednesday and Friday.  Let’s wish us luck.

Anyway, last Tuesday was a pretty crazy night for me.  I was so fucking tired, but I went out anyway because my fake-girlfriend Nicole had her best friend in town and she wanted to hang out.  So I go to Happy Endings and like I run into Krames and he has this red leather ball gag he found on the street somewhere in the Village.  He has this plan that he is going to get someone to put it in their mouth for a picture.  So we go inside and I get all these people to put it on and take their picture seconds before telling that the ball gag was found on the street. It was pretty fucking funny.

I also got Nicole and her friend, fellow Burning Angel, Kate Hate, topless in the bathroom which would have been better except one of the bouncers busted in and kicked us out.  Grr.  I took some more photos of Kate which will be up in her separate gallery at some point next week.   So anyway these photos are NSFW thanks to the girls, and extremely gross thanks to Krames.

Update – 5.19.09: Okay.  Got the galleries working.  Photos are below.  You can ignore the top paragraph that was written two days ago.

From 5.17.08: So I don’t have the pictures yet. I have to ONCE AGAIN rebuild my whole fucking gallery. 19 hours left. I am very frustrated with this. I am back from break, but with nothing to show for it. Anyway, I already forgot what happened earlier this week so I wanted to get this post out before I forget what a weird fucking night I had. When I DO get the photos up, I will bump this post to the top of the page and add pictures.

Okay. So I get off of work from my first 40 hour work week in about a year. Fun. Then I come home, do some shit, and go back out. I am heading over to Webster Hall to see MSTRKRFT and LA Riots who I met with and hung out with at SXSW and Winter Music (note MSTRKRFT’s myspace default). I wanted to say what’s up and I wanted to talk to Jesse from MSTRKRFT about this project I am working on/this thing he told me about in Miami. When I got there I had to deal with this insane hassle and these two idiots in front of me trying to get in for free. I finally got in and said “I am on Alex list. My name is Igor.” They gave me a ticket and I moved on into a second room where I was to get a to let me into the event. These dudes were still in front of me and they told the wrist band person that they were Igor’s plusses on Alex’s list. It was sort of insane, but I just walked past them, but then I had to go back to get the wrist band. And I saw some girl that I dug a while ago who stopped returning my calls and she was with a guy and it was slightly awkward. When I finally got in it was insanely packed and MSTRKRFT were just going on. I watched them for a bit, but it was just to crowded and I hate not being able to move, and I can’t get around and it is fucking frustrating. So I was about to leave and I ran into my friend and he was like “just go up stairs, it is way better up there”. So I tried to, and they wouldn’t let me up without a VIP thing. And I couldn’t get one for whatever reason so I just fucking left and went to Trash. I am not sure why I would want to go to a party when all of my friends are a flight above me.

I took some photos and was saying goodbye when someone grabbed me and showed me this big lummox lying passed out in one of the booth and people had decorated him in cake frosting from Amber Star’s birthday cake. They told me to take a picture. I did and this white trash hillbilly Obelix looking motherfucker grabbed the butter knife that was used to cut the caked and put it to my throat and started yelling at me about taking his picture. This dude was way bigger than me, but I was so shocked that he would put a knife to my neck I just started saying “Did you just put a fucking knife to my neck?” To which he replied “no” and tried to hid the knife cause all these people were gathered around. Meanwhile I have icing all over my neck and his friend is trying to separate us. I just told him I was going to call the cops. I have never called the cops on anyone in my life, and I was not going to start now, but I grabbed the bouncer to get him and his redneck friends thrown out, but by the time I got him, they had run into the back or something. I just said fuck it and left. On the way to my car I saw this guido screaming at some girl about how she cheated on him… and then… he punched her in the fucking face. His Gotti-Tan wearing friends grabbed him and he threatened to punch them. The girls ran off.

I like to think that I am in a good place in my life. Because if I was a few years younger and dumber I probably would have had my ass kicked twice in one night. Once by two butter knife wielding rednecks and then again by three woman beating guidos. I think part of that is living in NYC and seeing so much crazy shit, you just start minding your own business. At some point I would have gone after that guy when I saw him hit the girl, but now I am just like “Only in New York! :)”

Also, there must be something in the air, because on the way home I drove past this guy holding his face covered in fucking blood. I assume he just had a bloody nose, but he looked like a fucking horror movie. Also several of his friends who were carrying him were splattered in blood as well. I was like two seconds from stopping the car and trying to get a photo, but that seemed like a bad idea.

Anyway, just a crazy fucked up night. Check out the pre-knifing photos.

Fuck count: 10… um 11.