Our money got those grande caras.
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Sunday, April 10, 2011
Fuck You Pay Me (Design Agency Motivation 101)
2011/03 Mike Monteiro | F*ck You. Pay Me. from SanFrancisco/CreativeMornings on Vimeo.
If you work in the creative agency world or aspire to please do yourself a favor and watch this video.
The dude is funny and basically explains how not to punked out for money owed to you and your creative work.
The Fuck Outta Here
I had actually meant to go in on this cum dumpster turnt self appointed art haus goddess earlier when her and Vice put out a book of her "photography" but I felt a dump prodding and decided to ditch the post.
The book her and Vice put out is comprised of self portraits some of which she took and some her boyfriend took. So....yeah that sounds about right. Her portraits are so "self" that they necessiate someone outside of one's self to take them. Don't worry though because she drops a knowledge bomb about that in the book jacket by saying some shit about being "so intimate" that her boyfriend takes the pictures she would take if she had a twin or some shit.
Hype marketing is so powerful it can defy definitions.
A book of self portraits is nothing more than a book chronicling one's own self indulgence.
192 pages of myspace photos if you will.
Even Kim Kardashian's dumb ass hasn't tried something so dumb and that bitch is the Queen Of Retardonia. If Wheaties picked retards instead of athletes for the cover of boxes that bitch's mug would be all over Aisle 3.
Both of them however became famous for taking cum shots to the grill. Sasha did a longer "victory lap," but jizz in the eye is jizz in the eye.
Now on to the photo above....
Oh word? Sasha Grey is a budding existentialist?
I'm kind of impressed.
I mean kudos to her for not taking the easy way out of life and finding a book that can stimulate the parts of the brain capable of understanding one's true self and the theoretical purposes of life.
The thing is you'd think she would have already found out the answer to life when she was juggling some dude's ballsack while getting her mooseknuckle stuffed by a hairy Persian dude all to the score of downtempo elevator muzak b-sides.
Oh....those types of experiences did not quench your appetite for self knowledge?
Weird.
It seemed to work for so many others.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Kaput Tupaka Flocka Flame
One of the nicest and most talented dudes in the spray game went from a blog to a full on fancy website.
Bookmark it and get familiar.
WACKYTUPAKY.COM
I Heart The Internets
Is This Vest "Scene"?
Hmmm.....
I don't know. We here at SDTW are not qualified to answer such questions maybe see if you can ring up Dave Navarro. That dude is the king of all things "scene" and arm warmers.
Straight up.
Friday, April 8, 2011
SDTW Look Books Are For Assholes
Okay, let's say I buy into this whole "mountain man" motif you guys are pitching here.
I have climbed zero mountains in my life, but science and common sense both tell me that cargo sweat pants are not going to fucking cut it at that elevation player.
Oh and not to be a stickler for accuracy, but what the fuck is the point of a map with no fucking information on it?
Where you planning this ambitious and fashionable expedition to? Nowhereistan? Guessafornia?
Oh and what's that you got there? Luggage? The fuck you need luggage for? You gonna play dress up at 5,000 ft too?
This whole shit is some serious limp wristed REI swag jack to the tenth power.
This wouldn't even have caught made my radar if you were wearing said kit in front of a coffee shop because that is a part of my daily RSISD or my "Retarded Shit I See Daily" quota for those of you not in the know.
I'd rather see 10 juggalos than one fucking wannabe Wherpa (white sherpa).
Happy Friday.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
I Heart The Internets
I laughed out loud. I'm still laughing.
This shit made my fucking week.
All propers go to BROWNCARDIGAN
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