so, looking through all these old photos, thinking about things, I am really proud to have been a part of the early years of punk rock. punk, and also hip hop (both coming from the same era, just on different sides of town) had one thing in common: they were movements unique to their time and fashioned in the image of those who would embrace it. sure, you can say hip hop derived from the blues or whatever, but I saw it more as street poets, using what they had to express themselves. And punk you could say built off reggae and rock and teddy boys, but it was mostly energetic kids, whom society discarded, that drove the design of a subculture that defied categorization. And that’s why so many of us old dudes still love it: because it wasn’t a trend (sure, it became one later) it was a natural evolution of who we were and to this day, there’s a sense of pride and ownership of it. We were exactly who we wanted to be, and most of the world told us it was wrong. We fought to keep it alive, and life is what it gave us in return. Sorry to get all heavy, I just dig it the most. Have a great week, everyone.
we had a hell of a day. jeff koons retrospective at the whitney, arts and crafts and then more art, lunch, naps,thompson st. park with @jeylanyolacperez and friends, dinner at @misslilys, nudie run around freak out dance party at the ball fields on macdougal, then finally dessert on the benches on the houston street median, before home for brushed teeth and bedtimes. #kingsoftheworld #dadlife
anyone who knows me, knows I’ve had @curtiskulig tag my motorcycle helmets with his namesake @lovemewashere tag for years… so imagine my surprise when, on a solo mission to by stella a helmet so she can ride her scooter (she asked for a helmet this morning), I find THIS Bell helmet at Modell’s? Is nothing sacred?? And I hope you sue these fuckers, Curtis!