Here are a few renderings I've been working on for a project that's under construction in CT. The interior renderings are looking pretty clean and we're utilizing the exterior model to help us choose the appropriate materials. Enjoi
So there's been a lot going on these past few weeks. ICFF was last weekend, BTBAM played the knitting factory, Cut parties, Cookouts, Bike rides to Coney Island, Beer, Cookouts and more partying.
Here are some shots documenting the events.
Here are some shots documenting the events.
Friday Night: You can always tell you've had an epic weekend when you're sore. I swear, my shins, back, arms and thighs are all killing me today. In the Afternoon, Amanda's Stingray came in the mail and I think it was a pretty good surprise present. We're gonna strip it down and pip it out. Her new Steez Ray should be rollin soon! Friday night Johnny B and I went to see the Books at Northsix and I honestly have to say that I was really impressed with their performance. There aren't many bands who can create such melodic and ambient music and still capture the audience's undivided attention with constant audio / visual stimuli. After the show, Amanda met up with us and we headed to Royal Oak and then Barcade. Overall a relatively relaxing evening up until that point. Amanda and I returned to her house slightly buzzed to crawl into bed when we both heard this girl screaming. I look in the street and these black dude is straight hitting this chick and this Puerto Rican kid is stealin her wallet. They took off down the street. I ran outta Amanda's house and chased after them, caught the Puerto Rican kid, got him in a headlock, kneed the hell outta him a few times and kept askin where his boy was. The kid about crapped in his drawers. He screamed "Run man run" into the subway pit. So I pushed him down the stairs, ran into the subway and his buddy had the girls cash tryin to get an MTA card, I ran up and closelined the punk and got a hit in before his friend grabbed me and allowed the punk ass to run away. I took off after him but in my buzzed state couldn't run the 4.40 that this kid was runnin down Metropolitan. All these kids watched and NO ONE did ANYTHING. Got the cops, searched the hood but to no avail. At least they wont be going on Jackson street anymore. I hope that dude is pissing blood today cuz I know I got his kidney good with my knee a few times.... Saturday: Saturday night was the straw that broke the camel's back. We got TANKED. Allison at the Wreck Room hooked us up with shots of Jameson. Pete, Trev, John, Amanda and I were trashed. Pete dried to acid drop outta the wreck room door on Trevor's board, Amanda tried riding Trevor's bike, I bused my ass on the way home on the board... Overall, we're all a little sore. Sunday: Lazy day. Real lazy day. We picked up the Schwinn Stingray from my office and took it back to the 'Wick to get stripped and painted. We all shaved our hair and just lamped around. That night, at 10:30 the gods of metal descended upon Brooklyn. The long awaited return of Lightning Bolt was the highlight of the evening. They rocked out. Hard and Loud. Here's pictures....
So I was cleaning up my studio chest from school when I found a CD-R that had scans of all my prisma colored pencil drawings from Highschool. Here there are in chronological order: Skyhigh [40" x 18"] Prismacolour pencil monochromatic drawing Invasion [14" x 24"] Prismacolour pencil drawing Moloch [30" x 24"] Prismacolour pencil drawing
Newtons first law of motion states that "Every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it." In my case that external force was a cab and the object in motion was my bike and I. I was cruising down Park Ave South just north of Union square when a cab ran a red light and hit me while I was riding my new bike. Luckily for me, all the years of skateboarding taught me how to fall without sustaining any major injuries. My bike however didn't manage maintain this learned behavior. My front wheel was completely bent into a taco shell and [hopefully] there aren't any major structural damages to the frame. I wish I had my camera on me, it was a rather ridiculous scene. Blood was running down my arm from my hand, my arms were scraped up, I lost a shoe and my bike was laying on the ground all disheveled. Luckily for me, a few messengers had came by and we able to scope out Domino and make sure he was ok [after they looked at my fingers]... In my state of anger at the cab driver, I didn't get his license number. As far as I could tell, I had not major injuries and kicking his door panel in was enough of a penalty for running a red light in my mind. Other than that, this past weekend was a blast. I'm still catching up in iPhoto, so I'll post images when I can edit the pics. _j