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ESHAY! BY CAMERON SMITH 2008-07-30 13:42:00


Featch and Melch. Spike Jonze thinks the Featch is featch and the Featch thinks white lightning is featch.

ESHAY! BY CAMERON SMITH 2008-07-29 01:52:00

MVM: SPACE

In anticipatory honor of the upcoming issue of K48, this week’s Music Video Monday orbits through m83s and kaleidoscopic nebulae. At zero gravity across 3-D horizons, watch for hurtling asteroids, hair gel, and white leather interiors. If you aren’t careful, you might get probed and disposed into a celestial grave. So, hold onto your face! Today SPACE is the PLACE.

“Scream”
MICHAEL & JANET JACKSON

“Oscillations:
SILVER APPLES

“Space Oddity (1969)”
DAVID BOWIE

“All is Full of Love”
BJÖRK

“Girls Around the World”
LLOYD FEAT. LIL WAYNE

“The Passenger”
SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES

“The Dreaming”
KATE BUSH

“Digital Love”
DAFT PUNK

“The Diva Dance”
ERIC SERRA

“Oops I Did it Again”
BRITNEY SPEARS

Open Season #1: Ed Droste

Welcome to Open Season. Our first target is Ed Droste, the founder and principal front-man of the band Grizzly Bear. Ed is an old friend of mine from Brooklyn, where he spends his time ambling around at a remarkable height, writing atmospheric songs about betrayal, romance, and heartache, blogging on his band’s website, drinking Grey Goose, and probably riding around on yachts and playing croquet (he’s kind of a wasp).

Sometime over the past two weeks, Ed, Chris, Christopher, and Daniel stepped out onto a soundstage at CBS to perform one of their new songs for The Late Show with David Letterman. Since I’m completely, unabashedly OBSESSED BY TV, I had to ask him what it felt like to be piped into millions of homes around the country. He admitted it was nerve-racking, but when I fished for gossip and shocking behind-the-scenes drug stories and sex scandals, I was entirely let down. “Nothing crazy happened,” he said, seemingly ecstatic to be crushing my dreams. “Doing late night TV is never crazy. We were there from 9am to 6:30. Most of it is just waiting around.”

Fuck waiting! Without anymore delay, here is the first in a series of top ten seasonal essentials, recommended to you by a bunch of friends of mine in bands:

ED DROSTE’S TOP 10 SUMMER ESSENTIALS

10. AIR CONDITIONING.


Yeah I know I’m a punk and it’s bad for the earth but when it gets TOO hot I get super unhappy and unsoothed. AC can really turn a hellish day around for me.

9. BAREFOOT CONTESSA’S CHICKEN SALAD RECIPE.
You roast whole chicken breasts with the bone in, throw in green grapes, celery and a shit load of Tarragon with the smallest bit of mayo and lemon and wow do you have an amazing salad. I’ve been making it on the regular.

8. THE CLIENTELE.
Their music always reminds me of a summer breeze. I like it.

7. TABLOIDS.
…Very very necessary for the beach.

6. ISLAND LIFE.
Greece, Cape Cod, Caribbean, wherever. Islands in the summer are amazing if you can get to one—except Sea Island, Georgia. I recently had to go there and it was a hellish pit of fat, rich, white republicans.

5. COLD CANS OF CHEAP BEER.
Normally I hate drinking piss but something about it in the summer is refreshing.

4. BERRIES.
All sorts, my favorite being raspberries, but I don’t discriminate.

3. LOBSTER ROLLS.
In the city Ed’s Lobster Bar reigns supreme, I used to love Mary’s Fish camp but the people that work there are rude.

2. NAPS/SIESTAS OUTDOORS.

1. THE OCEAN.


This goes along with some of the other things, but ain’t nothing better!

Thanks Ed! MP3s are below.

Grizzly Bear – “Two Weeks (Live on David Letterman)”
Grizzly Bear – “While You Wait for the Others”

ESHAY! BY CAMERON SMITH 2008-07-26 15:17:00

"Tea Shirt"

Materials: Interfacing, dry tea, threadTop photo by Todd Selby

The Death of Post-Modernism


A pattern has emerged at the regular artist’s salon I host. It seems that each week we end up talking about the death of post-modernism.

Last week we ordered and ate this chocolate cake. We concluded that this does not make us a post-modern group. Many stated sincerely that we are not.

St 2008-07-24 07:28:00


guide
stone

St 2008-07-24 07:23:00

GUILD
STONES

Peckham Skyline

Downtime

Watch it… soon…

ESHAY! BY CAMERON SMITH 2008-07-22 18:11:00


Wade as the joker! The Virgins modeled for a fashion editorial I shot today.




“And as they reached for God with their fingertips, their toes wrote stories in the sand.”

As part of “Bold Tendencies II – Monumental Sculpture on the Roof in Peckham”. For more details please see HannahBarry.com.

Dreams Can Come True (If You Live in a Squat)



Normal people have dreams where they’re flying, or conquering the world, or fucking celebrities. Fortunately for us Squallyoaksians, we don’t dream that big, rendering our wildest fantasies attainable in the two hours of the day that we actually manage to get up off our fat asses. My flatmate Dominic, for example, had a dream the other night that our bathtub turned into a pond. And now, a mere 3 days later, it has! (Like, an actual pond. It has water and rocks and plant life and fourteen fish.) In most households this would result in an argument, but given that no one actually washes in our house, Dom was able to make his dream come true. Peeing is now an entirely new (and serene) experience.

Here is a list of our fish names:

-Mute Doggy Dread Dread
-Lindsay Lohan
-Adrian
-Prince Challs (‘challs’ is short for ‘children’s balls’)
-Garlic Mc Slow Burn
-Crinkle Mc Wrinkle (a.k.a. Adrian’s Ninja Granddad)
-Esteban
-Buzz Killington
-Scarface Mc Tracksuit
-The Man’s Tinned Fish

-Pirattitude
-China (short for ‘child vagina’)
-IcelandSellsFortyPiecesofChickenForFivePounds


The second newest addition to the house is our new baby kitten. How cute? Its name is ‘Dog Egg.’ And just this very second, as I typed that, I realized that it was probably a really stupid idea to get a pond and a kitten at the same time. How could no one have thought of that?

On a less ridiculous note, our house has made a sudden turn for the better in the past couple weeks. We made a cleaning rota. And we’re actually sticking to it. What was once a couple paths that led from the couch to the TV, and from the other couch to the toilet, is now miraculously the floor. Also, the house no longer smells like nine-year-old chicken carcasses. Did you know that if you store rotting garbage in your house it gives off an unpleasant smell? And then if you remove it the smell (eventually) goes away? Mind boggling.

Also, the black crusty thing that smelt like a rare form a cheese and that no one could identify but we presumed was a fossil, has been restored to its original form- a 1970’s microwave. It might be killing us with radiation, but at least now we can heat up our reduced price, Summerfield Basics ready meals. Yum.

Oh, the life of luxury,

St 2008-07-17 12:42:00


hidden
talent

Oh, how my dark star will rise.

For more photos from my final days in San Francisco, dive here.

Suede – “My Dark Star”
Suede – “Killing of a Flash Boy”