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 over canvas walls to ever get my attention. But get the fuck out of here! Really? There is such a show! You wouldn’t have believed it if I told you so.

Lush apparently is an Australian “graffiti asshole” as he likes to put it. He seems like that kid that drew stick figures with 6 foot dicks spraying jizz on other female stick figures. And he doesn’t want expectance by his peers by any means. He wants his peers to know they are dickheads for doing exactly what he does.



This is viral campaigning at its best and the reason why I am sure 99.9% of the people came see this show. A homemade peep show booth with stripper pole and girls from the Lusty Lady strip club, all wearing hand painted Lush banners and accepting dollar bills as a token of the viewers appreciation.








I visited the homies in the Sunset Saturday for yet another wet summer BBQ. It’s just an excuse to create a fire, drink beer and eat under the fog infested atmosphere. I seriously have no idea why anyone in their right mind would live out here. SF is cold already but they just take it to that other level of dumb.




Such a contrast of days from naked bitches to a Sunday baptism. Remember my photo shoot with preggo Anners? Here’s the after product of nine months of incubating. Her beautiful daughter Jaenna was welcomed into the world of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat and Jesus Christ Superstar.


And my cat is going to tear this thing a new a-hole. 1 of 150 Tiffany colored Illest rugs only exclusive to Fatlace stores in SF & LA. Get the black version here.