Morning Breath is Jason Noto (at the pool/shipping table) and Doug Cunningham. They are both old friends from SF.
They've had the same studio space in Dumbo for 10 years. They have tons of awesome shit on the walls.
They were getting ready to start silkscreening a new series of work for their show at Shooting Gallery in SF in December. Can't wait to see what they come up with.
Doug's doodles are all over the place. I think they're rad. He's one of my favorite illustrators. And a legendary graffiti writer too.
The swordfish was a thrift store find.
The view from their smoking lounge has always been a great one.
After working at their studio for a few hours I headed up to Greenpoint on the G train to work on a top-secret project for Vans. After a few hours work there was finished and I headed to an amazing dinner party in Bushwick. Big up to my homegirl Eden and her friends for inviting me.
It's super inspiring to mix it up with creative professionals over an amazing homemade meal, especially when they're old friends like Eden and Amarjit here. I had such a good time. Can you tell?
Now it's 1am. I'm home for the night, on the top floor of the Peter Luger building, listening to the Metalhedz podcast #16 and bloggin' it up for y'all. Keep it real out there, REBEL8ers. I love ya!
I got here Monday night after a 3 hour delay due to fucking hail at JFK. Hail! And lightning! So gnarly. I was super bummed. I hate airplanes.
But the following morning I hooked up with my man Diego here and we went up on his roof to partake of some crucial Sour Diesel, which really lifted my spirits.
We went for a walk around the LES and I spotted this mural I designed many years ago for my friends at Missbehave. It was painted by Collosal Media. I'm really glad it's still here.
That afternoon Diego and I walked over the Williamsburg Bridge to his rented garage so that we could pick up some bikes and go for a ride. Diego's been riding this really beautiful vintage BSA bicycle. Super rare. He put a lot of time and effort into getting it road-worthy again and I think it really shows.
This bike is packed with awesome details. Check out the headbadge! Did you know that most early bicycle manufacturers also made guns?
BSA pedals?
It's even got the original chainring and cotter-pin cranks.
I thought the Brooks saddle with the tool bag was a nice touch too. Great build, homie!
He let me test drive his most recent build, this Atala.
Another sweet vintage ride.
Both bikes are rolling on old Bendix 2-speed coaster brake hubs. After I got used to it, I really liked it. It was cool to be able to shift by popping the brake like a clutch. And I'm already a big fan of coaster brakes. Don't get me wrong, I love my fixed gears. But I love to coast too!
I've been bouncing around meeting with old friends and making new ones. The spirit of this city has changed a lot since I lived here in '99 but it's still full of New Yorkers. They're pretty fuckin' timeless. I love 'em!
I'll be here until the 20th. More adventures to follow!
Found this on the internet. Had to share it. Thank you Jane and Kahla for authoring this and shout out to Ranch for showing this to me. Enjoy.
1) Chrome bag but no bike bitches
2) Resident DJ bitches
3) Selling doilies and owl necklaces on Etsy bitches
4) White bitches who think they're "down" 'cause they listen to Too Short
5) Throwing up in Delirium bitches
6) Toms-wearing smelly feet bitches
7) "Are those skulls?" bitches
8) You just locked the wrong wheel of your bike up bitches
9) Head-to-toe American Apparel bitches
10) Unemployed bitches who think they're artists
11) Flask of Ancient Age in the bar bitches
12) Morrissey tattoo having bitches
13) Moustache party throwing bitches
14) Crush on a bike messenger bitches
15) Trust fund having but pretending to be poor bitches
16) Leather-wearing vegan bitches
17) Thinking they're all that modeling vintage for their friend's eBay store bitches
18) Peacock feather earring bitches
19) Walk of Shame down 24th St. bitches
20) Bitches you can tell were scene kids back in high school
21) Won't stop talking about how much they love Portland bitches
22) Stripping to pay for that postgraduate philosophy degree bitches
23) Bitches fucking that guy you used to fuck
24) Been "26" for the past five years bitches
25) Butchering Salt-n-Pepa songs at 500 Club on Sunday night bitches
Wow, the last week has been crazy busy. SF has been going nuts! Everybody has Giants fever right now. I was lucky enough to catch game 1 of the playoffs against Atlanta.
The whip outside the ballpark.
Lincecum fuckin' killed it of course! 14 strikeouts!
The next morning I headed to Albuquerque for a tattoo convention. Plenty of people watching there.
This asshole should be on failblog not REBEL8, but I had to share this with everyone.
And of course it wouldn't be a tattoo convention without midget wrestling?!
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Every few weeks I toss a box of stuff out of the window. Usually they are protos or damaged goods, so don't fret.
What amazes me is that I never see anyone walking around our warehouse. It's a dead zone. But every time I toss some shit, literally within 60 seconds someone comes out the cuts.
So last night after the Giants set it the fuck off, I followed suit. Here are some photos and words of my walk home from Downtown SF.
You ain't Bob Ross.
This old timer had it coming.
I've been to Custom Burger before. It's tasty, but way too many options for me. I'm OCD and have difficulties making food decisions. Me and a menu is like listening to a rich teenage girl talk about how hard life is. It's just painful.
If you're going to call your hotel good, you might as well just call it great, amazing, or the best. It all adds up to, I don't believe you.
Looked across the street and I was dumbfounded. Americania!? What does that even mean?
Nice one.
No clue what I was doing here.
Is $6.20 a good price for Ports?
I've only dreamt about a royal restroom. To see it in person is a life changer.
Finally made it to City Hall.
Smoked more and drank more right on the front steps. Shout out to Gavin.
Real Frisco locals.
Yes sir.
Woke up fucked up and stumbled down the block for some breakfast just before making this blog.
