Monday, August 16, 2010

Some Random Shitty Photos from my Iphone.



Awesome pooch. More delicious.



A fucking Delorian along Milwaukee Ave. I thought I went "Back to the Future."



I always like the light under the liquor bottles to make it look almost idyllic. It's evil.



A glow in the dark Lake Monster toy series from Squibbles Ink.



Beef Tenderloin moment from a wedding I was djing at.



You'll never guess where this beer is from.



Everyone needs a hobby sometimes.



Got a new toy to do fruity French things to food with.



Takin it to the Streets festival painting. I argued with a Muslim girl who lied to us.



Xmarx the spot beyotch. If you dont know, now you know.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Psych Out.

This is probably one of the most visually intense shows I've been a part of. The opening for Psych Out was last night and I can't believe I am up at 9am writing this. I should still be asleep dreaming about pigs fornicating with lamb to create an ultimate gyros meat...this is what I dream and think about alllll the time. Anywho, Jarrett and I have worked our balls off particularly this past week to really make this show come together. It was hot as shit in the gallery during the week, we were tired, stankin, and going a little crazy. This is the first time a show almost sold out!

Enjoy the fruits of our labor!





Hipster letters.



This is sort of a close up of the installation we did in the front room. I think its safe to say that I lost about 50,000 brain cells and maybe impotent now. No mask and spray paint indoors = stupid.



This is sort of the approach Jarrett and I took in doing the whole show. Kind of organized chaos, almost schizophrenic. A lot of swearing went down.



These fuckers are huge.

















































My nephew Chan-Yu made it out. Ladies, he is totally single. He may look young but he's already seen boobs. Light years ahead of me.



Jova, 1/4 of the The Beer Run Gallery also served as the bartender and got everyone drunk. Solid work all around from the staff. The night went solidly due to the hard work these guys did throughout the night.



View from outside.



So fast forward 5 hours later where I'm pretty wasted, tired, and drenched in sweat and rain. Time to head down to Simone's for a night cap. Cheech and Chong 2010.



Loly and Nuntida representin. Loly sat in that pose for hours. We thought she was a stuffed animal.



Here's Dave and Britt sitting pretty. Nuntida with the perfect timing with the thumb up. Her hand really is the size of Dave's head. It's really gross.



CZR and Tatiana trying to figure out who cut the cheese.

This was a show Jarrett and I really worked our asses off on and I like to think that the work spoke for itself on intensity and completion. The opening was awesome despite the rain and heat, everyone was very supportive and I couldn't be more grateful for a night like that. Yeah yeah yeah - sentimental, but I really did appreciate all of the people that came through. I also almost barfed in the cab ride home and maxed out a DiGiorno pizza - its a mothafuckin self rising crust bitch!!!

Taste of the Nation...Gluttony at its best.

My Thursday night started at the Aragon Ballroom in uptown baby, uptown baby...It was the Taste of the Nation event for charity where over 40 chefs and mixologists all feed the fuck out of you. The theme was street food. I didnt want to be "that" guy and take a photo of every single thing I ate, but rest assured I ate and drank well.



Someone left feeling insecure. I would feel like shit if nobody wanted to eat my free sorbet.



So the Aragon has a room you enter before you reach the bathroom. My guess is that back in the day, this room served as the vomitorium/orgy/shit and piss openly room.



Edwin Morales on the 1 and 2's



Graham Eliot and brewer Jared Rouben (Goose Island Clybourn) discussing how to properly cop a feel.



Did I mention that I did all of the chalk slats? Well I did and it was cool to see all of the restaurants use my shit son! Dale Levitski of Top Chef fame offered a poached octopus thing. Not bad...not great.



Crowd shot. I felt like I was at some gay Mexican villa with the kind of cheesy indoor roof and "fiesta" lighting.



So it was hot as pig's anus in here...cooking, people, no A/C...better drink a ton of beer.



Shit was madness. Just imagine beer, wine, cocktails, food, desserts, and chefs all over the place looking to put shit in your mouth. It was pretty intense and a little overwhelming at times. I just went all in and ate and drank everything I could.



The after party was right upstairs for the VIP peeps. I don't know if I was or not, I just went up stairs for more beer and wanted to steal some glassware, thank you Leffe Blonde! I love seeing the breakdown of these events because of the precision and organization of these workers. It's really a site to see almost as if there wasn't an event here to begin with.



So when it was all said and done, I drunkenly walked over to Jewels to get my culinary skills on by popping open TWO, yeah TWO cans of different soup and combining them. I'm a genius I know.

Some of the highlights from the night were the 40 day aged steak from David Burke's Primehouse, Stephanie Izard's braised goat dish, Rick Bayless's braised pork taco, L2O's jalepeno sorbet with peeky toe crab ceviche, Spiaggia's sandwich thing, Bill Kim's sausage (no homo), the gastrowagon naan wich, 3 Floyds jinxproof, Goose Island's Grahampagne (chef collabo)...Chunky soup minestrone, Campbell's tomato basil.