Diky za foto

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Dnes ve schrance objevil email od Mišajze. Poslal mi fotku svého deníku na cestách po Skotsku. Jsem rad, že jsem zase dostal fotku od kluka. Ne, že by mě ty s holkama nebavily - opak je pravdou, ale uz jsem měl strach, že vlastníky mých deníků jsou pouze ženy. Nebo to byl jeden z mála odvážných mužů, kteří se o fotku chtěli podělit s ostatními. Každopádně díky moc Mišajz!!!

I checked my email today and found there picture of this guy with my diary. So good to see some pics from man coz i started to be afraid that these are only women that buy/get my journals. Or maybe men just dont feel the urge to share these pics with others.
But anyway. Thanks Misajz!!!

 

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X-mass time

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

If there is one thing i like about xmass is that i dont have to work and i dont have to do anything that I usually do.  I go to my hometown where  I eat alot, sleep alot and relax as much as i can. Its so different from my life in Prague where I live quite a hectic life. Than of course I love to see my family and my friends that  were smarter than me and didnt move to big city and stayed in the comfort of their hometown. Sometimes i envy them so much, coz i know that for me its almost impossible to move from Prague as i became so used to living there. 
This year i even I managed to get present for my family. Grabbed some books for my pals and made this big canvas for my brother who asked me to make one for his new apartment he shares with his girlfriend. SO i cut the stencils on 22nd and put them on the white canvas on 23th. Than took it home on 24th. I will post the photo of it when i get it from my Bro.

Friend of mine  asked me to show him pictures from trip to NY and when we went through these pictures i realized there are still too many pictures that i didnt post on my blog and with this time i have here i decided to do it.

Seeing these pictures again it reminds me of how much i miss NY. Wanna grab my bike in April or May and go back there for at least 4 weeks, coz there is too much i havent seen there and i just miss the atmosphere of that city. So unique and special that its hard to describe to those that havent seen/experience it yet.

 

Beautiful bikes everywhere....

anywhere i went i found some great street art pieces. Next time im there  i have to do one as well.

cars in Chinatown...

When i was 22 i wanted to be Babysitter....now i wanna walk the dogs

Times square is crazy place. Good to see it, but staying there for few hours i would end up in mental institution...


I first heard about Ben Frost in 7th Rugged magazine. Than we picked up this  flyer in one gallery in Brooklyn and we decided to go and check out his exhibition. This aussie guy rocks!

free beer.....

good dancers....

cameras rolling...

more free beer...


trendy looking people...

good looking Djs

With Anicka in National Museum of American History

On the way to the Flea Market....

eating tasty and cheap sushi...

Anns friend Ryler said these are doors of Vice headquarter....maybe they really are...

Gandalf few seconds before attacking my camera

Bluestockings

Dave told me that Phily has more Murals than any other city in the States

Well this is where i come from - Moravia. Good to see the streed named after my birthplace.

I love ethiopian food so we went to ethiopian restaurant in Phily

Dave and Davin have such a beatiful house

Daves (from the band Kingdom) guitar

Dumpster divers gallery in Phily

On the way to Coney Island

Flea Market in Brooklyn

I always pick books from the sidewalk to use them later for my work. When i saw those i wanted to take them as well, but than i realized they are czech books and i can get plenty of them in Czech republic :-) so i just left them there.

We look so smart...


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Sang Bleu

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Sabrina was the first person who introduced me to the  Sang Bleu magazine. Met her in the streets of Barcelona and she became my guide for that night - showing me nice places i wouldnt find with the map and told me stories about these places that may be or may be not true even though i know she believes they are and so i do...but you know...the stories.
In her place we spoke about tattoos, coz both of us have them, both of us love them. This is where she showed me the first and second issue of S.B. - beautiful pictures printed on grey, recycled paper - the one i love the most, coz it reminds me of newspaper. Besides finding there pictures of people i know personally (Josh from To Kill or Ruth from Barcelona) i found pictures of tattooes i always wanted to see as i usually dont like magazines about tattooing - not for the articles but for the pictures of the tattoos that are not really interesting.
Today i spent couple of hours browsing S.B. website: www.sangbleu.com and watched beautiful work of S.B. contributors Adrian Vilson and Maxime Buechi to mention a few. Than when my eyes got tired of watching all these pictures i went to its "writing" section and read and read and read until i started to write this blog.

If you seek for inspiration, if you seek for motivation, if you seek for beauty you shouldnt miss the website.

 

And when you get tired of tattoos....you can just read....

She didn’t mean what she said. I’m fairly certain of that. Or, if she did mean what she said, she probably didn’t mean for what she said to come out the way that she said it. Perhaps she didn’t mean for it to come out at all. I remember she turned her head slightly to the left afterward (I was on her right), a gesture I interpreted at the time as regret, though it is possible, in hindsight, that she turned her head to the left to clear her view (she has very long hair, this woman) and the thought of regret never even entered her mind. I want to give her the benefit of the doubt. I have not known her long. She is not one of my oldest friends. She is not, technically, my friend at all. She is the wife of a friend. This is the fact I find most irritating. I am often irritated when forced to make small talk with women who are married to friends of mine. I do not like small talk and am not good at making it. I was already annoyed at being left alone with her. This was before she made the remark in question. Perhaps if I had not been so annoyed I would not have been listening quite as carefully to what she was saying and would not now be hearing her words over and over again in my head as though they were an oral grocery list or set of daily affirmations. I don’t want to think that she meant what she said. What she said was very unkind. If she meant the unkind thing that she said it stands to reason she is an unkind person and if she is an unkind person what sort of person then is my friend, her husband? I have always believed my friend to be a kind man. Perhaps he too is unkind but is better at disguising his unkindness. I cannot remember a time when my friend acted in an unkind manner or made an unkind remark but maybe this is because I am never annoyed at being left alone with him and therefore pay little attention to the things he does and says. It is possible he has made many unkind comments in my presence over the years. He has very unusual eyes, my friend, the color of molasses, and I often find myself staring into them as though held in place by a visual stickiness. His wife’s eyes are not unique. They are blue or green or some combination of the two. They are a color you would expect.

Text © Elizabeth Ellen

 

And finally hero of this BLOG: Sabrina

 

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