The Bohemian Society

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

Wilde Ride

tomorrow night at Safari Sams. Bohemian Society and Polite in Public bring you a Mr. Toads Wild Ride inspired photoshoot with special guests Andrew W.K. and you. Special reflective Pyramid and Chandelier headpieces designed by Chris Mabli.  Andrews Wild Ride

the governor of califonia

i just had to post this. its too funny and disturbing. watch the expression on the dancers face when mucle man grabs her ass. I love it when arny makes the chick suck the carrot too. "Yes."

its good to be the king

this is from about a month ago on a typical thursday night in downtown los angeles. clearly i was drunk when i wrote it and I figured i would leave it unedited and with the drunken boastings to boot. check the cameraphone pics at the end.

Stealing Japan

working in front of the damn computer aqll day so i decided to take a local stroll at 1130 pm. la cita was packed with `suedo hipsters with shepard fairy djing .  I decided to miove on to aq place mentioned before on this blog. The Spot. I have been livign downtown for almost three years now and I now realize how much i know and am intwined with it. as alwauys my god frends at the spot always are great company and a joy tyo talktoo. not your average spot .the spot. my firnd who manages offewred a ride hme but i quickly staterrd walking . across trhe astreet is the old linda lee japanese theartrree. which us being majorly overhauled. i notiuced beyond the pointed fence The word "japan" broken off rormthe marquee nd i had to have it for many reasons besides i haver always coveted it and it was there for the taking. i planned my attck and mived back and forth along thr fence to catch my opening over. three semingl;y homeless guys who hung arounbf the mexican bar next to the one daollr boaRDED UP strip bar  were looking at me so i simply asked them their advce on hgow i should go in and steel the sighn. Thje bouncer asked me if it wa sthat serious, i replied not really but he knew i was going over abnd asked we if i needed any help tp let him know as he shut the door. the gemnt;el man eating a slice of pizza that ther bopuncer gave himm muttered quite incoherantlyly that i should go arounf back, I knew what he said and sure enough i hadnt thought abotuthe alleyway in the back. the samer alleyway i cane to my first weekenf in LA. the smells alleyway . that same alleyway that was covered in  maggots as i ponndere diof i made the right move is the alleyway that wa my ticket to JApan. forno other reason than to prove to myself io cpuld do it. i could stael japn. i hped that fence fes the sigh back threw it and emerged victorius, you bet i varried it home 5 blocks down main st stoppingt only at the crossqwoalk red as a police car rolled by,. and kept going.sliced my right hand on the sign, but its just a scratch. when i stepped on my block to cross the street my filas hit the blacktop just as the little white walk guy appeared at the cross walk. damn . it feels good to be the king.

fashion weak?

its been a great week so far. lots of exciting developments. heres a few pics from wendy myers benefit party which was amazingly fun as usual with the usual debauchery and crazy cast of characters.

The only man in the desert

So I was at Jim Fitipaldi's space Saturday (bedlam art) and towards the end of the night someone had put a pile of nice scarfs in the middle of the room that they didn't want. As I went over to scavenge I was asked if I had been there the night before wearing an "amazing hat" by a lovely lady sitting next to the pile . I had. As she tied a silk chiffon scarf around my head aunt Jemima style we got to talking and the subject of Burlesque came up. I mentioned I was the only male performer in the 2002 miss exotic world competition.  She immediately identified herself as Bella Beretta. The act that came on after mine in the show that year. I have stopped believing in coincidences by now especially in the small world of burlesque which I obviously used to be involved in.  The mermaid I am holding in the pic is Dame Darcy. Ex live in Girlfriend ( see below her and I on the cover on MeatCake #12 )and now mortal enemy. Silly I know,but that is another blog. What I was a bit coincidence striken with is that Bella used to date Darcy's brother up in Portland! In any case, if you have never been out to Victorville and Exotic World do yourself a favor and go. Especially for the Miss Exotic World Competition. And check out Bella Beretta every monday night at The 3 of clubs on Vine too. VW

American Life

Before I was a fashion designer I played one on TV. How prophetic. Being involved with Madonna's video right as the Iraq war was heating up really gave me a newfound respect for her despite the bad little rap she does on the track. She really put her tits on the line with this one.  See if you recognize anyone dressed in Black.

gangsta

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My life as a commercial

So Bank of America is currently running a TV spot where a "silver man" travels around an unnamed city buying a silver tie and sunglasses with his check card. He sets up to do his living statue gig and the spot ends with him springing to life to greet a young admirer/customer. The spot is called "keep the change." Funny how times change. If I was still performing in the streets I would be out there right now in silver in front of a Bank of America waiving my protest sign (as I did when Saturday night live did a parody of The Mercury Mens performance) and ultimately be arrested. It is funny how we eventually  become everything we have always hated. I am now the president of a multinational corporation. Small as it may be and it is also my company, it has been incorporated with trustees, partners, investors I have to answer too etc. The difference is my corporation is controlled by me and has a little more originality and soul than a bank. It was really strange though to see my old life made into a commercial. When I was out in the street people did react to me like they do in the commercial and the guy kinds moves like I did. The difference here is I never wore sunglasses and could not blink for up to a half an hour or more. But myself and John(http://www.fistswithyourtoes.blog.com) are the real "silver men"  and I would expect no more from a half baked commercial for a bank. I also didn't have a bank in those days because I didn't trust them and I still do not but, now my bank is bank of America.  Keep the change.VW