g i r l h a t t a n

g i r l h a t t a n

Thursday, January 25, 2007

disco d




one of my fave CDs is a filthy booty bass disc called a night at the booty bar from disco D.

you know they say this is the most depressing time of the year, the post-holiday blues and seasonal affective disorder sets in. or maybe it's something else... in any case, sad news:


It has been revealed that music producer Disco D - real name David Shayman - committed suicide on Tuesday. Disco D was found dead inside his New York home. He was 27.

The hip-hop mixer, whose music was heard on ads for Sprite and Best Buy, had previously worked with rapper 50 Cent on his "The Massacre album" and on the track "Ski Mask Way." The two collaborated together after some of D's mixes landed in the hands of G-Unit's Sha Money XL, who eventually showed the CD to Fiddy.

Other artists he worked with included Trick Daddy and Nina Sky. He also produced K-Fed's flopped song, "Popozao" and listened to various artists.

On his mySpace website, he once wrote, "Before Disco D was even born, I was a fan of all types of different stuff, from The Beatles and Donna Summer to Charlie Parker and John Coltrane to N.W.A. and 2 Live Crew to Pantera, Primus and GWAR. I didn't have any sort of preconceptions about genres, I just was into what impacted me emotionally."

It has been reported that the 27-year-old suffered from depression and had been diagnosed as bi-polar.

Prior to his death, he was working on music for videogames and had a remix for Shiny Toy Guns in the works.

brush your bittersweet shoulders

mike

brush your bittersweet shoulders.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

your new boyfriend

new feature: your new boyfriend

occasionally i'll post a picture of - or a link to - your new boyfriend. he might be cute, he might be clever, he might be fugly and a felon. you never know! he might even be a sexy silver inanimate object, or a handbag. in any case, he's yours to love... until a new new boyfriend is posted.





meet tenzin, your new boyfriend. he's a tibetan throat singer. let his weirdly haunting voice seduce you.

(if you don't like that new boyfriend, try one of these sexy silvery silver ones.)

am: hello! pm: goodbye!

steamer basket

tuesday am:

breakfast with hello kitty on the 53rd floor of the new york palace hotel. the suite was ridiculous - a triplex with kitchen, dining room, huge windows. hello kitty was there, and all of the editors were supposed to put their business cards in a little bag, because they'd be giving stuff away. someone won a hello kitty toaster, then someone won an electric guitar, and then it was time for the grand prize - a hello kitty bicycle. when they called my name i was in total shock. so yes, i am the proud winner of a pink hello kitty cruiser.

tuesday pm:

rapper and sharply-dressed gentleman common launched a line of hats at a store in nolita. we, the press, stood around in a teeny tiny storefront while common, jeremy piven, dreamy-steamy ryan reynolds, smokin' hot alicia keys and queen latifah stood on the shortest, narrowest red carpet in the world and smiled for photogs. (see pix here.) there was a party, i guess, i mean people were sipping moet splits at the store next door, but i walked home and got right into bed to get warm...

Monday, January 22, 2007

the fights and the gay bar,
an anthropological study

rob b hood


friday was an accidental study in cultural anthropology; as is often the case.

here's how it went down:

first i went to boxing.
down the stairs, under the church in the hall at st. paul.
DJs spinning old-school hip hop, Xboxes with boxing games (ali vs. ali!) and around me, guys guys guys.
boys, men. gentlemen. males. the air thick with testosterone, aggression and energy.
beer, pharoahe monch, more beer.
it was really fun.
and then afterward i went downtown to meet some people at mr. black.
down the stairs and under the restaurant.
where again, i was surrounded by guys guys guys.
the air was choked with testosterone, aggression and energy.
boys, men, gentlemen, males. a guy in a unitard offered up a round tray of shots, and we all took one, not knowing what it was.
it was really fun.

rituals, gathering of tribes, kinship, clothing as identity, etc.
there will be a quiz later.

Friday, January 19, 2007

kelis, cee-lo, large jacket = barles gnarkley

free art by banksy!





free art by banksy!

ricardo is still the best

seen on a downtown F train, 7:30pm, thursday, january 18:

ricardo - seen on F train

click here for larger version.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

last night a bassist saved my life

e bway

say what you will about today's music but it is absolutley impossible to be depressed at a fall out boy show. last night, though technically uninvited, i talked myself into their listening party at retox. once there, the pr contact - very unexpectedly - gave me a ticket to their show, which would start in an hour. so i went.

hammerstein ballroom was already packed with kids. then the lights went out and bon jovi's living on a prayer blasted. and then the band, including bassist and diminutitive heartthrob pete wentz hit the stage and the crowd came alive. arms raised in the air, kids jumping up and down while guitars thrummed and lights flashed. and they were crowdsurfing and touching and whirling, so much energy, so much contact, guys and girls jumping up, hurling themselves at themselves, with complete and utter faith that their peers would catch them, support them, pass them, hand to hand, toward the stage, hundreds of bodies moving as one ocean of life.

over to the side i could see label head LA reid nodding his head, and to my immediate left was rolling stone's joe levy.

it definitely made me happy.

and so, i recommend that you lay down your judgements and just watch the video for "this ain't a scene it's an arms race" by fall out boy. and have a happy wednesday.



yeah i know, apparently in our democratic, separation of church and state nation it's a crime to say "goddamn." whatev.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

welcome to the bungle

tuesday - pizza at lombardi's, drinks at shebeen, etc. later i ended up at some baile funk party @ apt, shimmying to booty bass with portuguese lyrics.

wednesday i had a lovely farewell dinner with the lovejones at matsuri, fantastic sushi, tempura eel and a some sort of lethal momo-tini peachy cocktail with what i thought were olives on a toothpick immersed inside - they turned out to be lychees, yum!

matsuri

matsuri

matsuri

thursday i went to what i thought was going to be a small photography exhibit - turned out that it was held in grand central station and the pictures were of the race for governor, so spitzer and a gang of political types were there. let's just say i felt a teeny conspicuous. i texted a friend:
i love being the leopard print girl in a room full of navy suits.

political party

political party

political party

flash

party people

post-photo show i crashed a party in the west village and dragged people to workhorse's to play with his wii. i have seen the future and it's so so fun!

on my way home i stopped for papaya juice. they're open 24 hours and it aids digestion, you know.

clinton papaya

clinton papaya

friday i stayed in and watched degrassi. i can't believe craig is on coke, such good TV!

saturday i had a million errands to run and then went uptown to see the fam - and then downtown again, then because of some mix up, drank alone @ the brass monkey while people around me were watching football, then met up with people at automatic slim's, then my friend km texted to say she was going to esquina with a friend who was maybe bringing axl rose.

i thought she was joking so i texted back:
welcome to the jungle baby, you're gonna die!

but of course when i got to esquina, axl rose was actually there. with sebastian bach. and at another table? moby. random. i had my own celebrity posse: workhorse and poogene. they're real rock stars!

later km and i hit 151 and st. jerome where we met a cute tattooed bartender named zack who forced us to do shots with him, sigh. like my girl jaimes says, the good times are killing me.

poogene & raina

green bean @ esquina

esquina

km

zack

zack

Friday, January 12, 2007

sleep to dream

mirror in bathroom @ forbidden city

sometimes when i sleep i dream. sometimes when i dream it feels so real. i'm sipping a cocktail, laughing, exchanging ideas, talking about music, talking about photography, experiencing the process through which when a stranger becomes a friend. sometimes i dream i'm surrounded by friends and there's no plan, just easy transitions from here to there, someone says "let's go to x!" and we troop to x, the journey as fun as the destination, linked arms and like minds, playful spirits, everyone's goal often just to make the others laugh, and it comes so easily, so effortlessly, from deep inside, mouth open, eyes closed, laughing out of joy, and sometimes i realize it's not a dream, it's just a thursday night, and when my head hits the pillow there's a smile on my face.


mildy related:
sleep to dream.


unrelated:

the raconteurs - hands.

the raconteurs - level.