Day 2 in Hawaii:

Day 1 in Hawaii:

Doin’ It In The Park 2011 edition, volume “it never gets sunny in San Francisco” aka “it was a dark and stormy night”. Bring on the damn indian summer already! Ann rockin’ the new bezzled baby around her neck. Kind of looks like a scene from the Hangover…minus the beard and the stunna shades. Unknowns…

Dare I even say it. Dare I even mention Sade, Mobb Deep, Dogg Pound or Public Enemy‘s name in the same sentence with Young Jeezy. Dare I even think what is seeping in my head right now. Dare I say it? Fine. Jeezy and Freddie Gibbs’s concert last night was the best concert I’ve been…

There is a lackluster with art shows that have killed my passion for visiting art galleries nowadays. Call me cynical in my day in age but art just doesn’t do it like it used to. There’s never any titties, never any three foot paintings of vaginas nor are there ever any vaginal discharge spewing all…

Harry Kim on the left, the director of Dirty Hands “The Art Crimes of David Choe” and the himself on the right, David Choe. Mr. Choe is, how he puts it, a self proclaims man boy with no responsibilities. I call this the Peter Pan effect. A notion of how our minds refuse to grow…