Showing posts with label Street Machine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Street Machine. Show all posts

Sunday, February 21, 2010

D.I.T.L Diggin' In The Links




Young Jeezy "Trap or Die 2" just one track unfortunately

- Jeezy does it for the kids

The Ricky Gervais Show

- First episode of the new animated Ricky Gervais show

Nicole Richie is not hot

- Da'fuck outta here, gross

Sean Sheffey Returns?

- We used to be treated to Sheffey sightings at Street Machine every once in a while, hope dude stays clean

Mythigan J. Frog on Streetartsucks

- Showtime

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Friday, October 9, 2009

Crem De La Crem



New Crem De La Crem tees are out.

I really liked the two pictured above. I would like it a lot better if you would get off your ass and send me some Dustin.

Available only at:

UsVersusThem

and

Street Machine SD

Monday, May 4, 2009

SD or 1904

Juts got back to Seattle from a little quick trip to my home town of SD. I got to hang with the fam and friends, eat, paint, and the whole nine.



My best friend Carly. You wouldn't know it from looking at her, but she's tougher than a coffin nail.



Eating sushi outside of Southern California is pointless. Well, besides in that Japan country or whatever.



I went and hung out at Street Machine and came across this John Cardiel deck. It works for me because of my not so "secret" obsession with voluptuous Jamaican women. Me love all dem fat p*ssy gals.



Flipping through look books I came across what has to be one of the best skate deck designs I've seen in a long time. It's a bad picture, but it says Alien vs. Predator with Wacko and E.T. Game over!



I went to Armory just in time for a shipment of paint. It's been a long time since I've held a can of Montana in my hand. I've gotten so use to Rusto it's ridiculous. I almost prefer American brands in some weird way. Thanks to King Diesel for the homie price. I can't tell you what he charges me because you'd cry like a little puta.



Every trip. Every blog post. It's Phil's BBQ. It's that good.



Fifi Boy and his old lady came out. Peep the Arabic Crass tee. Vicious.



SK8MAFIA ad at Street Machine. Can SK8Mafia please get themselves a decent designer please? Is it too much to ask?



Ape's B-Day thingy. I hate house music.



Just put your lips together and blow.



Nick in a k-hole.



You a pothead Focker?



Why do ugly people make out so hard on the dancefloor? Go back to Fugly Manor with your horse faced wench and do that shiz.



Speaking of ugly, Step Brothers Part 2.



It's not what you think. She just thinks I'm number one.



Billy and I have been playing the "Your Team" game for a while now, but it's now starting to become a phenomenon everywhere I go. The rules are simple: when you spot a kook of some kind you call out "your team" or "chur boy" or "team leader." This egregious violator is on Taylor's Team. He also got team mated with some dude rockin fingerless work out gloves and a Member's Only jacket with the skinny jeans. Not good Tay.



Nick practically had a whole new show's worth of paintings since I last saw him.



Hand painted cigar boxes with felt lining.



Bears are a bigger threat to this country than Al Queda and Swine Flu combined. Fact.



Nick's Team Photo.



Ed Templeton drew this for Nick when he was in high school. It needs to be a tee graphic. It reads "I can't wait to shop in the mall my favorite thing to do is spend money."




Tina Turner by Anonymous.



This is my shout out to Poor Life Choices



Nick has Italian Playboys next to his shitter sorry "crapier".



Faces of Death.



I call this one "Dog With Hat".



Weird.



Pot and Grand Theft Auto seshy. Ya braaaahhhhhhhhh!



Write big.



Or go home.

Shouts to Rondo. Liked this one so much I had to do it twice.



At the 19th Hole Breakfast Spot. I was blinded by my Seattle tan obviously.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Black Friday Sale



If you are going to spend money on Black Friday and I would suggest doing so at the only shop worth its salt in San Diego.

Peep last year's flyer done by yours truly and Nick McPherson.

Monday, September 15, 2008

San Diego a.k.a Saint James

Lenox and I just got back from SD the 1904. I wish I had taken more pictures and gotten to see more people, but it is what it is.





Nick loves him some cigarettes and butt scratchin'. Not in that order per say.




Sometimes you gotta give them an eye jammie when they don't cook your eggs right.




Dig deeper Terry.




Better than all the world's restaurants put together.




If they have a sign it must be true.




A rare sighting of a Lenoctapus.




I really wish everyone could have the pleasure of knowing this gentleman. He goes by Chauncy and he has the wondrous ability to appear out of thin air on command. If it were up to me I would own a mansion and give him his own "wing" where he could do whatever he pleased.




Oh you didn't hear playa? Drinking coffee at the bar is where its at son. Do like I do.




The National Organization of Men Against Amazonian Masterhood

= NO MAAM.




The last thing some poor drunk hipster chick sees before blacking out.




The idea is to write your name on something. Scrap can savage.




The most glaring difference between San Diego and Seattle is the mexican food. It depresses me to no end. San Diego = 1 Seattle = 0.




Lenox finds out where chicken mcnuggets come from finally.




Brian and Justin in front of Street Machine. You could see more in one day in front of this shop than an entire year anywhere else.




The Corsican Brothers.





The problem with being accused of being seen at a gay bar is whether it is true or not the sheer accusation alone sort of insinuates guilt. It's also worth noting that Vince was also spotted there too. This picture demonstrates this actual moment better than any other photo I've ever taken.