I've been out of the loop for 10 days or so now... I'm in NYC shooting Fashion Week video for Milk Studios, Mac Cosmetics, Alexander Wang and Don Hill's.
I'm currently on day 7 (I think) of no sleep.
This shit has been nuts.
Sorry for not having anything motorcycle related to talk about....
But talk about this for a minute, yo.
Iggy Fucking Pop.
Don Hill's in Chelsea... maximum occupancy 250.
Obviously, you can't see the face on that dude with the camera inches away from the most punk motherfucker who ever lived, but maybe you'll recognize that horse and flower tattooed on his hand.
If you wanna see more of the ridiculousness and general fuckery of our amazing BootLegs crew, check out the daily videos we're putting out at MILKMADE. And don't miss our little crew's super-top-secret behind-the-scenes blog at I WILL EAT YOU ALIVE. And if you still want more, check out how famous I am for dancing my fucking ass off, all day every day over at The New York Times. Get into it... I need to feel like 7 days of no sleep is appreciated by someone.
3 comments:
awesome. you guys run in the coolest circles. thats why i love this blog. its not always the normal biker crap that gets stale. you guys always keep the spots tight.
and if you get a chance to check fontanas near chinatown, you should. there used to be some amazing bands that played there back in the day.
I'm sure Nikki Hilton knew every word Iggy sang. The guy with his crotch poppin out of his pants I believe is the dude from Trash and Vaudville (forget his name at the moment). I miss NYC sometimes when I see parties like this, but I don't miss NYC sometimes when I see parties like this. I'll just go wrench on my Beezer in my garage in the burbs and listen to an old T Rex 8 track tape instead....
I'm sure Nikki Hilton knew every word Iggy sang. The guy with his crotch poppin out of his pants I believe is the dude from Trash and Vaudville (forget his name at the moment). I miss NYC sometimes when I see parties like this, but then again I don't miss NYC sometimes when I see parties like this. I'll just go wrench on my Beezer in my garage, in the burbs, forget about reality and listen to an old, worn-out T Rex 8 track tape instead....
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