I love everything about this photograph of Garance that Natalie Joos shot when they were down in Palm Beach the other day. Those purple striped drapes make for the perfect backdrop and her stance and look are just perfection, not to mention the clothing, makeup and cigarette hanging from her lips just so. Too too good.
Sold off one of our guitars the other day for $6000. Pretty fucking stoked on that, to say the least. The very best dream bikes are now very much within reach. I’d take the above in a heartbeat.
Just got home. Put the 12 pack of Schlitz away and grab one for myself. Sit here a minute and attempt to catch up on the mass amounts of e-mails and motorcycle blogs I have been missing out on. Been out of touch a while all over …. though it seems haven’t missed too much anywhere. Not regularly writing on here makes trying to get back into it pretty boring, I’ll be honest with you. Find out I missed the Rick Owens and Demeulemeester Mens shows in Paris. Stare them down for about 30 minutes. Fucking phenomenal. Can’t sit still so I put on the same live Doors album I’ve been playing all week (I can’t seem to get enough of them at the moment [very super extra long moment], if you haven’t fucking noticed, right?) and grab another Schlitz. There are 8 left now. The new issues of Street Chopper and FOAM are on the table in front of me. I skim through the bike mag and get stoked when I spy Wes & Zoe and an article on The Brooklyn Invitational.
Put it down to read later and flip the record. (About five weeks ago we were leaving one of the flea markets we go to every week and come across some guys setting up a few tables outta their trucks and we pull over. They all lived down this dirt road and we instantly get on with them. The oldest and hairiest of them is selling an old Indian bike that is jaw dropping in the photo alone that he has brought along to lure the interested back to his place to fully check it out. The other two guys are drinking beers but only one of them is actually selling anything. In the piles of boxes he has set up, my husband spies a record player still in its box and when he asks about it, the guy says he just got a new one and that old Technics he’s selling is $3. Sold. Anyhow, to make a long story a bit shorter, it’s way more tech than either of our turntables are, in how it allows you to play one side of the album non-stop, when the record ends, it brings the needle back to the first song and so on.) So the new record player is great, to say the least. If you nod off, you wake up and the shit is still playing. Fucking perfect. And voilà, a post is written. With probably more text than I’ve ever included here. So, until next time….
…check out this amazing video of JJ and Wino and their heartbreakingly perfect cover of “Sway.”
Dig the chick above. Though if her hair was black she’d hear what I hear when my hair is down and my monkey fur coat is on, nonstop cries of “Oh wow I thought that was all your hair !” You all know purple is my favorite color so of course that really does it for me here too. I have no idea who she is but I’d bet her wardrobe is killer.
This is the first show of 2011 for The Black Ryder so go out and see ‘em, you’ll surely thank me later. 8PM $8 18+
