8 posts tagged “brooklyn”
Oh, weird...
You know how I posted that Santogold video the other day? Remember?
Well, the other day when Sarah C. (I call her Crompy because there's already a Sarah here at the studio) and I were walking down Van Brunt Street after work, we saw this big group of people outside Hope and Anchor, this good restaurant in the neighborhood that turns into a drag karaoke bar at night for some reason.
I knew something was up when I walked down Van Brunt before because when I passed by Hope and Anchor earlier that day because there was this guy that seemed like he was prepping the area or something. And there was just a different energy, too. (Not energy in that horoscope and palm reader way... but in that vibe kinda way.)
Anyway, this big group of people were filming something. I wasn't sure what, though...
UNTIL I saw these three young women sitting on bikes---and I saw sunglasses they were wearing.
I was like, "Oh, fuck! I think that's Santogold! I think they're filming a Santogold video."
And that's what was going down.
So, I took out my camera and started shooting away:
I like this one cuz one of those girls is staring at me:
And so they're riding these giant speakers or something. Check out the side and back:
It's mad.
And I can't wait to see what's going on in that video.
How long does it take to make a music video? I don't know. But I'll be keeping tabs on YouTube.
And of course I'll let you know what's up, babe.
xo
c
P.S.
Self Portrait Thursday will resume next week hopefully.
I've just been too fucking overwhelmed these past couple weeks. =/
It turns out that my phone wasn't REALLY lost---it just got left at the AT&T store. So, we had to swing by that store at 9AM before heading to the airport.
This was what the inside of my carry-on bag looked like:
The whole way to the airport I kept thinking not about how much I'd miss my family and Houston but about what makes people shitty. I mean, what makes people so shitty?
I know that I'm not the best person in the world. I've done my share of shitty things (e.g. cracking up at my friend's funeral, that one time I masturbated, the time I told my older sister I hope she dies while giving birth), but I know I'm not a shitty person. Some people just seem like they'll never change---and that's so weird to me! That basically means that someone can go through their entire life not really LEARNING anything.
I mean, yeah, you can learn a new fact or come to know something.
But it seems like some people can be the same person most of their life.
They'll never realize their faults and try to work on them.
But maybe they DO realize their faults but they ignore them...
(Where is this coming from? I have no idea. I'm not even referring to any one person/incident either.)
I hung out with Ben J. in Queens last night before going down to Williamsburg to meet up with Max and Sarah and Meredith S. (my very, very good friend who just moved here on Monday) and this guy Drew Bagels. (We went to the Levee, of course.) Ben asked me if I'd ever seen "Teen Witch".
I haven't.
And then he showed me this scene from the movie:
It's so wiggedy wack.
Wiggity whack.
By the time I left the Levee, I was a bit (really) drunk.
Meredith was going to drive me home, but I didn't know how to get home from where we were. (I don't know the streets too well; I only know the subways. Underground. Subterranean.) And I didn't know how to get to Max and Sarah's place either. (They, including Drew Bagels, had left in a cab.) So, I just had Meredith drop me off at the G train stop kinda near the bar.
But the G train is effed right now during late nights.
And I was pretty drunk and didn't want to bother with trying to find alternate routes to get home.
So, I just went to Ben J.'s again and stayed the night with him.
Here's a photo I took of myself around 4somethingAM on the G train:
I looked gnarly.
(Didn't that word used to mean 'cool' back in the day? Maybe I just thought wrong.)
And HERE are the shoes I'm currently waiting to arrive in the mail:
Let's hope I can pull them off.
I've missed you, pals. This past week has been too easy.
xo
craig-hunter
Here's a picture I accidentally took of my desk with the dSLR Parachute got recently:
Maybe I've become that person who stays out til the sun comes up. Maybe it's New York.
I didn't get a margarita last night like I wanted. I told people I was going to a Cinco de Margarita party, but it wasn't that. Sarah and I just ended up at this guy's apartment because some of her friends were hanging out. It was all right. Those guys were nice.
One of the guys was this guy that used to be in Dell commercials.
Remember?
I didn't remember who the "Dell dude" was until this morning when I YouTube'd it.
(That's no character he's playing... He was nice, though. Likes to party.)
Then Sarah and I jammed. She and I went to our favorite bar in Williamsburg---The Levee. Woody, her friend, joined us.
Sarah ended up running into this guy named Willie that used to live in Andrea G.'s house in Portland. He was pretty. And nice enough. He was with some friends and then we went back to their place. (It was still dark when we went inside.)
We gabbed for a long time---and it was found out that one of the guys is from Houston, like Sarah and me, and knows a lot of the same people Sarah knew from high school. That was pretty random. I like running into Texas while in New York. (Oh, btw, I'm going home for about five days on Thursday. Can't wait.)
I can't remember the guy's name, though...
But what I do remember is that he makes clothes, too, like Sarah and me. And he does a lot of silkscreening, too.
His biz name is JAWMAKER and he vends about four times a week in Manhattan. (The site is supposed to be running today some time... Right now it's just one page. I saw the rest of it last night, but it's not uploaded on the internet. It'll be nice.)
I like meeting other people with entrepreneurial tendencies. It's very nice.
So, yeah, like I said, we gabbed for a long time.
Then Sarah and I left, and when we got outside, it was sunny. (There were no windows in those guys' apartment, so we couldn't tell.)
It's weird still being drunk and stumbly on the subway, sitting next to all these people who are on their way to work.
We were hungry.
When we got off the subway, there was a Dunkin' Donuts waiting for us.
We got breakfast sandwiches and walked back to Sarah's house.
And while we were walking she said, "God, I love New York."
And I said, "Me too."
I live in Red Hook.
I don't know why I just didn't listen to my instincts and take a fucking cab into Brooklyn from Long Island. The commute was SO FUCKIN' STRESSFUL. My suitcase was 48lbs---seriously, I saw the scale as the guy was weighing it---and I had my messenger bag and I was wearing my laptop case like another messenger bag.
I think I spent about 3-4hrs commuting.
My arms are so sore.
And my neck and shoulders are really tense and sore, too.
Anyway, Desira Pesta met me at Livingston and Smith, and then we took the bus back to our pad.
Wanna see?
Of course.
My section:
That's where I sleep in the loft of the apartment.
Here are the (STEEP) stairs I use to get up there:
And here's what my workspace looks like when I sit from the top of the stairs:
Of course there's more to the apartment, but I'm just showing you what's necessary.
OK.
I'm gold.
I mean, cold.
When I was at KateBlack's apartment the other day, rummaging through her belongings, taking things, and drinking her booze, she showed me this video:
It's pretty good.
Sorta almost too long.
But still pretty good.
It's funny, too, since I hung out a lot in Williamsburg while I was in Brooklyn.
Sometimes I thought that place was too hip to function.
1.10.08
In my friend Chris K.'s bedroom.
He's at work.
My legs hurt.
(So much fuckin' walking to do in this city.)
This other photo is from Tuesday:
(Some girls at Etsy wanted me to model some fanny packs for the EtsyLabs shop. Haha.)
They look rilly cute---the girls and the fanny packs.
I just look like a fat troll.
Okay.
Beer.
Bye.
Today's reason for crying:
(Because I cry all the time, you know---I'm a very sensitive person, all right?)
I cried at the end of this documentary I watched called "The Agronomist".
It's about Jean Dominique. And his (unsolved) murder that took place in 2000.
He was a human rights activist and radio personality (whose career lasted for about 40 years) in Haiti.
Unfortunately Haiti is the kind of country that isn't safe for folks to openly question the government...
So, no doubt that Dominique was murdered by people with ties to the government.
I'm surprised he lasted as long as he did actually.
So, I cried at the end.
It was sad.
And here's a photo of her in front of the poster for the documentary:
"The Agronomist" was directed by Jonathan Demme, who directed "The Silence of the Lambs" and "Philadelphia".
(He also directed "Stop Making Sense", that Talking Heads concert movie. I liked that movie. And I was surprised to find out that he made that since I also really like "Silence" and "Philadelphia".)
In other news...
My stomach feels all oogy.
And my head hurts because it smells like paint thinner in this apartment.
(I think they're doing something somewhere outside. I dunno, I feel like dying.)
And tomorrow my plane leaves at 8AM for JFK airport.
I haven't packed.
And I haven't gone to my storage to look for a warm coat.
Nor have I gone to the thrift store yet.
Fortunately it's supposed to be in the 50s when I arrive, so if I don't go today, then I'll see what I can do when I get to the humongous apple.
