The Bohemian Society

LIVING DOLLS PICS

Here are some photos fromt he Living Dolls Experiment we did last week.
the finished video will be up this week as well as a full report on the night and my car accident
go to jonathan martofels website for all the photos.

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last saturday

The Living Dolls Project went very well.
I totaled my car afterward but im fine. I have just been recovering   this week in a pain killer stupor.
more soon
VW

This Saturday at Blow Up LA-- LIVING DOLLS

Ren Yoneyama & Victor Wilde aka FUGESI
bring you
LIVING DOLLS
A male and female model (representing the anima and animus of our Psyche)
stand almost nude before a crowd of onlookers
one by one audience participants "dress" the models slightly altering their appearance
over three hours until they become fully styled in a one of a kind ,one time, couture piece of art.

Pay up NIKE

This type of shit happens all the time to me and I always wonder  if I am getting ripped off blatanly or by proxy.
I designed this suit in 2001 for myself when I was in my  band Gem in eye. It was the first thing I ever designed. I go out alot wearing it and people seem to love it. You definitely cant miss it in a crowded room. Then I see that nike is basically making the exact same Blazer coming out this June. It has happened before to me and it will happen again. Go ahead people, I have more ideas than you have people to steal them. Trust me.(see pics below)

Bohemian Society in Marie Claire Greece

So the Bohemian Society influence keeps growing, this time to Greece. BS graces the pages of May 2007 edition of Marie Claire Greece with the likes of Marc Jacobs. Im working on getting a translation but Im guessing by the title that  The write up has to do with The Gun project aka The BOHO DIARIES

Little Tokyo Nights

01/06/07

I went to little Tokyo tonight for dinner with the usual suspects. Jessica, Meg, and I stopped in at the American Apparel to get some clothes for a client. I decided to run ahead to the restaurant cause I was in need of a wicked piss. As I run out I was stopped by a girl who I had last seen in my dads pool in Howard Beach Queens at seven in the morning almost a year and a half ago. She was the only one of us not naked and yes my entire family was home asleep.I had met her through my friend Patty who plays bass in a all girl Depeche Mode cover band. I had convinced her, her boyfriend, and her keyboard player to ride back to the the edge of Queens with me for a late night skinny dip. I had borrowed my fathers Durango while he was asleep and no Im not in high school. She reminded me her name was Joann and suggested emailing her at hew new job. Which of course was at American Apparel, "but not that store..the headquarters near by." I asked if it was spelled with an "e" as she ran for her friends in a cab. "No E needed  here." they replied .  Suddenly another friend who dabbles in illegal sales appears in the distance . Until now I was not aware Lil Tokyo was the new place to meet friends old and new.I do consider this guy a friend and this was the first time I had seen him since the holidays. He immediately asked me if I needed anything. Jokingly I told him to fuck off and went to push him as I often do. He hit my arm with a  little karate move. "the puma party's later man." 'Where? "  says I. "Short stop.Call me later." I finally make it to the only Korean restaurant in Lil Tokyo and immediately order a cold unfiltered Japanese sake. The hosts were nervous because it was almost closing time and the other two members of my party hadn't arrived. The only other people in the place were a Korean couple and a lone man who looked to me like a foreigner and a cyclist, staring at his computer.  Several minutes later Jessica and Meg arrive. I get in a huff when I have to go out again to meet them for the second time to help them find their way. The bicycle guy must have noticed. How could he have not when I was the only guy in the joint and with an attitude to boot. We explain to the waiter that we are vegetarians and suddenly the bicycle guy stumbles over. I guess I didn't notice the Bottle of sake he was pouring down his lonesome face. "Are you guys vegan? Cause I was, I'm vegetarian now."  He points to my marines sweatshirt Meg was wearing and says" I couldn't help but notice your sweatshirt too. I was in the marines for four years."  For some reason his appearance looked foreign to me. Was it the Bike and full Bike gear? He kind of looked Australian to me and I have a history of bar fights with Australians. Particularly Aussie women. In any case I was half right when he replied to Jessica's inquiry as to where he was from with the word"Ohio. " I briefly lived in Blanchester Ohio near Cincinnati and it was pretty much like another world let alone another country. Bicycle man decided to retrieve his sake bottle from his table and join us at ours introducing himself as "Jay", because he wasn't a christian and he didn't like his real name. The subject of religion was cut short by "Jay's" obvious obsession with riding bicycles. He really was lonely and the poor guy sadly couldn't have chosen a more  wrong  an uninterested audience than us and Jessica quickly told him so.This guy was either so drunk or so lonely that he completely ignored  Jessica's comments about driving too fast on purpose and how she clearly didn't give a shit about bicycles. But "Jay" just wouldn't shut up about cycling and how motorists are wrong for hitting cyclists and blah blah blah. Then Jessica manages to switch the conversation to relationships and he goes on to say how he found his ex Chinese girlfriend sleeping with another guy in his bed and decided to give him "flying Lessons" from the fourth story window. Jessica and Meg called bullshit, I asked how long he was in jail for. He says no time at all and if charges were pressed he could have pleaded insanity easy. All this as hes spilling his sake on the floor from his glass. Guess I really need to spend more time in Lil Tokyo. I had no idea how much fun I  was missing. I made it home in one piece. Suddenly Brendt Sterling calls from Oregon . He convinces me to take a bite of his "special rolling stones lips" chocolate he had made for Christmas and explains how he threw his girl out for "using him."  I'm now sitting here writing this , waiting to throw someone off my cloud.  Guess I should be at the puma party. Fuck it. I've got shit to do tomorrow.

4 5 6 and trips

April 13th,2007
3am
The sixth joint is being passed around.This one is laced with hash oil.
A burlesque performer/gallery curator, a hippie who is reading a book, a crazy Sicilian(besides me), a wardrobe stylist, a college kid, an oc sunglass company exec , and me all sit around the dimly lit table. The subterranean hideout is packed and filled with smoke of all kinds. The band stops and ragtime music comes on over the system. The security guard ushers everyone out , but I'm good friends with the owners and were not going anywhere. At least until my friend Josh and I roll the dice to see who is going to win the pile of money on the table. He rolls a six and takes it . No big deal.I stayed in the game after several rolls and all I started out with was a dollar. Welcome to downtown Los Angeles and "The Spot." VW

YO

hung with Yo Majesty last noche. It was funny to finally meet them after knowing them and their music through myspace for about a year. If you dont know...

pics from check yo ponytail

Funny story about the gold truck. Joe Rubinstein and I wanted to "borrow" a kiddie quarter ride from the local 99cents store for the shoot. You know the heavy ass kiddie rides usually shaped like a unicorn or dinosaur ? Joe miller didnt want to risk it and wouldnt come along, therefore foiling our attemts at grand larceny. The morning of the shoot he found the truck in the dumpster and painted it. Nice Job Miller! here they are . the pics from andrews wilde ride. for more go to politeinpublic.com

believe the hype

My sources tell me this blog has made a name for itself up in Ashland Oregon.  Undoubtedly through the work of one explorer known as Brendt Sterling, International rock star pastry chef and founder of the Silly Rabbit Chocolate Company. Hands down the finest damn producer artiste extraordinary of  hand crafted undeniable attractions. I have personally enjoyed as well as referenced his work on this blog before. "B,"  my o o o o o g home slice dating back to my arrival here in L.A. Five (your intense word here)years ago.  Below are two pics of me and another OG homegirl Alycia Belle who Brendt introduced me too.One when we met one now.Props to the crew, Alycia, Greenie, Sammy, Matty, Cox, Townsend, George, Captain Mausner, Metz, Scotty, the canarsie kids, etc. Always a pleasure(well almost). This one is for you. The next Jet ride is on me fuckers. Eat it like a peach. VW