At the end of the month, our thoughts turn to the wonderful prospects of the new month ahead, namely flipping to a new photo on our Labrador puppy wall calendar and paying the rent. But once that fat check has been written it’s easy to get careless. It’s time to admit buying those Yo MTV Raps Puma Clydes and fake Neckface drawings off Ebay was a bad idea. You can’t make ends meet, but lucky for you Razor Apple has a quick money solution after the jump: selling plasma.
The aNYthing glob pointed out a couple of “phoney baloney” Neckface drawings being auctioned off on Ebay. Considering Neckface’s ominpresence on the glob, we don’t question it. The seller writes:
Original neckface drawing from his Witchhunt show at the New Image Art Gallery in Los Angeles in 2004. The piece is signed on the back in pencil and measures 8″ by 10″.
I purchased the piece locally from a collector who had a few pieces of Neckface’s work.
It’s pretty suspect that many dozens of photos of the show’s work at New Image Art Gallery and Flickr fail to capture these drawings. “Original Neckface Style Drawing” would be accurate. They look like a Sharpie drawn parody.
If you were considering the seller’s “Authentic Gucci Monagram Clutch Handbag New In Box” or “Rare RADIOHEAD Autographed CD Booklet,” you might reconsider.
Mike Green, of BikeBlog and Play in Traffic Productions, did an amazing job editing footage from Rumble Through The Bronx 3. Check out his smooth production and figure out why your planned route didn’t land you in the top three.
DJ BC has put together a 10 track mashup of Wu-Tang Clan vocals with New Orleans Jazz. At the moment I’m enjoying ODB’s Got Your Money over the Dirty Dozen Brass Band. It’s available for free download, and as always: ODB RIP.
While police chased and ticketed Critical Mass riders in Manhattan this past Friday night, bicyclists convened in Brooklyn to act out the war on drugs and answer one question: How good is your crack game? King Kog and MessNYC hosted the New Jack City alleycat, a benefit for next week’s North American Cycle Courier Championships in Philadelphia.
The rules were simple: slang as much crack as you can in 90 minutes and don’t get caught. About 40 racers picked up a bag of crack and a manifest at the Carter Building before fanning out towards the five checkpoints in North Brooklyn. Points were earned for each vial sold. Once your supply ran out, it was back to the Carter Building to replenish your stock and sell some more.
But, it wouldn’t be New Jack City without Scotty Appleton and Nick Peretti keeping dealers down. Two racers were secretly issued police manifests and earned points going undercover and taking over checkpoints to covertly bust dealers and take their crack. Depending on their loyalty to the Cash Money Brothers, a busted dealer might alert other racers, or let them enter a trap.
Like an unscientific update to the Stanford Prison Experiment, dealers and cops fell into their respective roles. “Dealers” acted like dealers and formed alliances to stay ahead of the law (and traffic). “Cops” acted like cops, chasing dealers into the street, roughing them up, letting air out of their tires, and even changing clothing to avoid detection.
After 90 minutes, Sean had sold the most crack, Tom had busted the most dealers, and a bunch of money was raised for the NACCC.
A new billboard is popping up on top of 20 Jay Street in DUMBO. It has sightlines south to the Manhattan Bridge, like the neighboring billboard, as well as east to the BQE. It’s quite a bit bigger than that spot off the Williamsburg Bridge, so any interested parties should scale their work up a bit. For inspiration, check out the CutUp Collective or the Hood Rich rollers from yesterday. Just wait until the next open studio/gallery opening and make your way to the roof. Those roof alarm signs are almost always lying.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
From 7:00 PM to 8:30 PM
Jackie Robinson Park Manhattan
This is a Free Concert. All CityParks Concerts Start at 7:00PM and are Rain or Shine.
Kurtis Blow is one of the founding fathers of hip-hop. The Harlem-born Kurtis Walker was the first rap artist to sign with a major label, the first to undertake a national concert tour and the first to have a gold record—the immortal 1980 hit “The Breaks.” Kurtis Blow’s success proved that rap was not just a fluke: rap was here to stay.
There isn’t too much to say except these rollers are tight. The style looks as though Read Books traded in books for bling, but that’s an obvious assumption to make when so few are painting rollers right now. Are there any other places to find more Hood Rich?
Somebody is spitting fire. Don’t Believe the Hypebeast is a hilarious new blog mocking the internet streetwear scene. From their legal page:
If you take anything here as fact, then you probably buy into the concept of limited edition sneakers, wear an LV bandana over your face, and hang out on Lafeyette Street.
Some call it hate, others call it humor. Regardless, I’ll be checking back and judging by the comments, I’m not alone. Now, if only Street Art Blows would update as often.
Last week, Councilmember Peter Vallone Jr. wrote in the Daily News of the “almost Sodom and Gomorrah atmosphere” in Chelsea clubs. Few proposed measures from the City Council come as a surprise. They purport to improve security by improving surveillance. The NYPD is recommending ID scanners to weed out fake ids as well as record each person entering a club. Surveillance cameras (unmanned of course) would similarly invade patron’s privacy by tracking their comings and goings. Vallone explains the most important aspect of club security:
“Nightclub safety begins with the bouncers. They are the ones who decide who goes in, and more importantly who doesn’t. People look to them for help, especially those who are rendered vulnerable by alcohol.”
Adding more security staff might help, especially if they’ve been licensed, or at the bare minimum, have not been convicted of seven felonies. Although, hiring off-duty police officers might be money better spent.
Despite Vallone’s recognition that people are getting crunk up in Chelsea (or “rendered vulnerable by alcohol”), Councilwoman Melinda Katz wants to outlaw bottle service “because it makes people overly drunk.” Their takeaway message seems to be: on a 1 to 10 scale of drunkenness, be a 7. Without bottle service, you should learn to double fist and figure out another way to separate yourselves from the lowly have-nots.
Proving that even in Chicago it all come back to real estate, Chicagoist quotes Harlan Powell, an attorney representing clubs served violation notices for illegal bottle service:
“What customers are buying is not the actual drink, they’re buying real estate.”
Bottle Service! image from damndoozy.
