Friday, January 25, 2013

In The Thick Of It.


What does one do when you end up in Jefferson Park? Drink of course because there is absolutely nothing in that neighborhood. 


Fischman's bar is a cool old school bar that is long as shit with frozen pizza and a pretty stellar beer list. They also house amazing beer right next door where you can find almost every nerdy craft beer you and your buddies can look cool taking pictures of. 



Always appreciate local beer and a good fisting. However, I feel like beer labels are starting to look like hot sauce labels, kinda overdone and way too colorful. I mean, it is just beer isn't it? 


I imagine this is how rich people do drunk midnight snacking. This was smashed at the Addison Red Line stop.  


Picked up a shift at Fat Rice and maxed out on the staff meal which is usually the highlight of working at any restaurant. Its when people just make good food with no qualms or worries about dick head customers like me in mind. 


Got to be a part of a huge graffiti based show called "Has Beens and Wannabes." I assume that I am both which is why I was called in. The space is amazing if you have never been to the Zhou B center. They also have one of the most awkward and random bar attached to the main gallery.


Tewz coming correct with a full on installation. It made my two little pieces look like a little bitch.


Trixter and Denz. Looking at this makes me realize how cool blue skin looks. 


I swear, I didn't have a vagina in mind when I painted the black and white piece. 


This is what a 30 second bio looks like. Short and utterly stupid. 



Asend painting the aftermath of his tampon very stylistically. 



Solo coming correct as always. I think this took him 7 minutes to do and thats even too long for him. 



Chris Silva knows how to paint. He also has one of the deepest voices I know for someone under 6 ft tall.  


I would buy this for a really cool kid...too bad there is no such thing. 


Went to a really small studio show full of pretentious college looking fucktards who think introducing themselves as Tyrone is funny. I wanted to punch that fucking plaid shirt smirk so fucking bad. Also, every single person here was under 25 except for Coval, Sarah and myself. Everyone was gay/lesbian as well, but the annoying kind thats fresh out of the closet. We get it - you're gay, wearing pink hair doesn't make you more gay, it just makes you look desperate for attention and stupid. 


Refreshing to see such an organized and pristine studio space. Tony Fitzpatrick's space is pretty well kept. Makes my work area look like a crippled horse with aids. 


Stopped by Gallerie F to check out Lucx and Nice One's show. Great work as usual. 







I took this shot like six times with my phone. This girl did not want to fucking leave this spot. 



I wanted to take a couple of glamor shots of Fat Rice after work because as much as I like the food here, I do love the space as well and its hard to take a shot like this during service...I would also get yelled at by chef for taking pics during service. 


This is dangerous stuff. Proceed with caution and remember that you cannot outdrink a chef or a cook. 


Checked out Angelinas for a pasta craving...environment is nice...food not so nice. Pasta craving satiated at least. 


I hate taking the CTA with paint like this. 




The homie Amuse and I had the pleasure of painting inside NEO off of Clark st. You should definitely see it in person with weirdos dancing in front of it. It makes for a good night out. 


Get it? FAT. 


Beats and Bacon night at The Charleston paired with Anne Marie's solid gourmet jello shots. This boob was pretty tasty and strong. 


I like spinning at here. Its cozy and I feel like I'm spinning in my bedroom because I'm facing a wall and feel like I'm going to cry as is typical in my bedroom. 


Leaving a mark in the womens bathroom only to find out how that girls are just as disgusting in the bathroom as dudes. 


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