Archive for the Friends tag
Super dialed-in güero hermano Andrew Field has opened up an authentic Mexican fish taco joint in Rockaway Beach (86th & Beach). It’s called Rockaway Taco and you can bet they’re the best tasting tacos you’ve ever had, outside of Mexico.
Andrew got a nice write-up from Soho Lunch, recently:
in any case. we had tofu tacos, fish tacos (beer battered talapia), and chorizo tacos. i ordered chips and guacamole and he actually cut up corn tortillas and fried them. i watched him make the guacamole himself. pretty impressive. it was cheap and good and made you forget about the projects behind you.
All you New York sliders and Molluskonian trimmers, go out and support a surf bro on his quest to bring authentic mexican food to the hungry, cold water masses.
Impromptu, silverlake, backyard photoshoot with artist/director/psychic-plainer/soul-brother-from-another-mother Isaiah-oner.
Check out his Burma spot featuring Matisyahu, shot in the days just before these photos were taken. Super tight (with AK Girard on the hand-drawn type).
I see he’s been adding high quality quicktime versions of the Burma spots he’s directed to his portfolio site. nice, big, juicy versions. There are people in your life that you are compelled to tell other people about. Isaiah is one of those people. Go stop by his blog, Ninja Pleaze!, and say hi.
Photos from our recent trip to the United (relatively speaking) States of Corporatocracy*. Our week was spent hanging out with old friends, meeting new friends, hitting up every museum in town, gorging on tastes unavailable in our little mexican beach town. We partied hard, or as hard as we generally like to party. Highlights included:
Multi-day museum crawls. Lawrence Weiner and Allan Kaprow exhibits at the Geffen Contemporary (of course my camera battery runs out after taking three pictures). Philip-Lorca Dicorcia’s exhibit at Lacma, amazing, the work included huge, gorgeous prints from several different projects and 1000 polaroids from his everyday life (the polaroids were fantastic). The two Richard Serra sculptures. The Phantom Sightings: Art after the Chicano Movement including the work of Rubén Ortiz-Torres, Shizu Saldamando and Rubén Ochoa. Incidentally, we totally screwed up and planned our LA trip during the same time that a lot of these artists were showing at a killer art festival here called Puerto Vallarta Arte Contemporáneo 08 - of course we leave town when something that cool happens.
Amazing pho from Silver Lake’s Pho Cafe. A trip to Tone-Dog’s newly purchased condo (first time homeowner). Plenty of beers and nachos at the Fairfax Farmer’s Market and first attempts at Guitar Hero. Thai Green Papaya salad, slurp. random ass cars on fire. In-n-Out, nuff said.
The extensive photographic work of Bernd & Hilla Becher and August Sander at the Getty Center as well as the California Video exhibit (which if you don’t plan on going to L.A. anytime soon, is available to watch online - now that’s cool!). Not to mention the grid and curves architecture of Richard Meyers’ Getty city on the hill.
Maggie Marsek’s wicked photo show at Shelter Surf Shop, the place you should be buying your gear at. Wonderful to finally meet Maggie and Rob as well some new friends whose work I’ve admired.
A night baseball game, Dodger’s vs Rockies. Marcia’s first. Nothing like $12 beers and veggie Dodger Dogs. Killer seats up in the infield reserves. the game went to quickly though and the Dodgers killed ‘em. Meeting up with Isaiah and Jesse and capturing an impromptu photo seshin with Isaiah. Hanging with the Crawfords, and the Felix-Sankarans.
Making the pilgrimage to Mollusk Venice and heavy-petting their stock of classic, educational surf stokage. Catching a brief glimpse of Venice beachfront and on and on an on …
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We’ve been on a bowling kick lately and there’s been rumors of a league team being started. I’ll be the guy with the black hair net, purple one-piece jumpsuit with matching pink bowling bowl and one red pinky fingernail. Bolerama Vallarta is in Marina Vallarta and last Friday at 9:00pm or so we were literally the only folks there. It was a bit weird, the emptiness of the lanes, but made for a good photo session. The cool (or not so cool) thing about Mexico is that there are no tort laws here. So if you mess yourself up doing something stupid on someone else’s property, well, it’s your fault. In this particular situation it was cool, as the lane attendant didn’t give two shits if I ran up and down the lane taking photos, ducking underneath the bowling scrim, to get close-up shots of the pin set up, going behind the scrim to see the bowling pin machines in action and venturing into the filthy machine room/back office.
LA transplanted homies Isaiah + Jess wish everyone a Happy Dia de los Muertos. mad creativity abounding.
My good buddy James just finished up editing a new indie feature film called Sunday. It’s about a young couple on their last day, before he sets off for Iraq, set in the wilds of Montana. They’ve submitted it to Sundance. pretty cool.
I used to kinda get sour at my friends for emailing me through sites like myspace, friendster and now facebook. but it suddenly occured to me that doing so keeps my email inbox curiously cruft-free. and all these dumb/cute/little throw-away conversations aren’t taking up precious hard drive space. the downside is that i get a million-n-one emails from facebook saying that so-n-so has answered my message, so my original point is moot anyway. get back to work.
