Twice a year, I get a notice from the city telling me I have to cut my weeds or they'll fine me $500 a day. This is before...
I feel bad chopping the weeds. As I see it, they are obviously the indigenous plants, so why punish them because they are the most successful? Why do we need to fight with nature so much? Damn. When we've burned enough fossil fuels to fuck the planet up so bad that we can't survive here anymore, the weeds will be free to grow in my backyard, forever.
I just finished painting this cast today. It's a mold from a woman's chest who had a mastectomy. I painted it to benfit the Keep A Breast Foundation. It was a great pleasure to offer my services to such a noble cause.
Last week, I was in Las Vegas again for the MAGIC Trade Show. As usual, I got to see lots of old friends, made some new ones, and saw great clothes, and a lot more really horrible clothes. That's Josh and I backstage, taking a break from the onslaught of fashionistas, retailers, and vendors.
I'm pretty uninspired to take photos at the shows thesedays, so I asked my girl Megan to take some flics. Of course, it being Las Vegas, she spotted Elvis.
She spotted this awful car for men with tiny penises.
And how about these awesome wicker lounge chairs? Bad ass.
Check out the REBEL8 site for more flics from the show, and 2 new posters.
I'm off to San Diego in a few hours to attend the Agenda trade show. I'll post some flics when I get back...
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