Retrospectiva 2010

Small retrospective of pictures with faces & places in 2010. Happy new year!!!

cheers

back

lacma

warhol

cereal

buds

nishimura

cafe 50's

roberts

turtle

owl

taba-lipa

breakwater

malibu day

yes

dogtown

the park la

food 

manny's bikes

memories

for sale

meat rack

peace

drew lumsden

ladwp

dtw la

abandon

hope

gypsy store

sita

tortoise

benice

warm

paula tabalipa & the sounds

the sweaters

dave

holiday

lett & meave

the brothers of brazil

max

sugar

heidski & fox

j tree

cheers

tyler steele

gypsies

number 1

kit

thank you love note

beautiful rainy la

garrett leigth & adrian

joshua paskowitz

mcaulife sisters

brett dennen

destin

the black keys

find

hagop belian

fire

natalie macgowan spencer

bgp the lightning bolt man

venice

musical strings

volvo

fairground

viceroy

dito & girl charlie

caramba

harvey

quiver

pho

simple

gjelina

the pierces

miles

allah las

the gypsy ryder

dom

pascal

feliz natal

fondue

curls

j&m

travis navidad shank

goods

hank

rodrigo santoro

siabhon

fox

supla & miss k

good times

DJ Harvey

Photographed by:

Tony Kelly

Written By:

Maxwell Williams

You know that point in the story where shit just gets freaky? Well, that point in the story happens around 5 p.m. when someone (a 21-year-old aspiring actress named Sam with a really great body) completely “takes her kit off” before holding high a watering can. She’s standing in a shower next to an airstream trailer, far up the most earthquake-cracked road in Topanga Canyon. In the beauty of the fading light, Harvey Bassett, the wild-eyed and wild-haired and wildly grinning DJ of worldwide renown, who has a new record out under the pseudonym Locussolus, is wearing a space helmet. His DJ friend Felix has to catch an international flight in two hours (Topanga’s a good distance from LAX), your storyteller’s just been bitten by something (A fire ant? A desert recluse?) that’s starting to burn and blister and the venom is taking hold, and then Sam says, “I’ve got flies on my vagina!” and DJ Harvey says, “I never brush my teeth,” and the photographer snaps Harvey’s portrait, and then our troop trots down the mountain back to life, back to reality.

Harvey, on the other hand, stays in the unreality, the world of the (half-jokingly self-described) “international superstar” traveling DJ–one which can be glamorous and five-star and bougie, or instead full of pestilent personalities and shoddy conditions; you get the feeling Harvey’s can flow alright with the latter, no problem, but digs the high life, too. For Harvey takes it all with a great big face full of happy teeth (his smile is insanely infectious), and a laissez-faire outlook that is required of someone so well-loved. And of someone with such a trail of tales to make Wild Bill Hickock seem like a two-bit hack with an airgun. “My average day is like most people’s birthday and the best Christmas day they ever had rolled into one,” Harvey says with a laugh. “That’s my average shitty day. My best day is better than most people could ever fucking dream of in their entire life. You know, have sex with young women and young men and surf and eat endangered species.”

His world is a nighttime extravaganza. While he chooses to cruise his

Venice Beach locale in slo-mo during “business hours,” as soon as the lights

go down, all bets are off. But what of this relationship between the dance music scene and drugs? Harvey pauses and grips a Marlboro with his teeth. “I don’t see it as drugs and music,” he says coolly, shaking the gray curls of smoke from his face. “I just see it as drugs and living. If you don’t do drugs you’re addicted to doing nothing, which is just as bad, if not worse as far as I’m concerned. I don’t even see it as drugs; it’s just so goddamn normal and natural it’s like, essential, that it shouldn’t be considered as something outside normal life. I don’t consider myself a big druggie. I mean, okay, I caught hepatitis from a dirty needle when I was 19, so what the fuck?! But I see it as a part of a very, very, very normal way of existing, of using the things that are available, whether it’s flying in a plane, like, ‘Oh my god, that’s not natural, that will fuck you up,’ but it gets you to this place!”

When Harvey DJs, there can be a certain guarantee there will be people flying through the air on a combo of Harvey’s disco pogo stick—his nine-hour “Sarcastic Disco” party sets are magnificent, magical return journeys to and from the center of time and space through disco, psych, beard rock, and Balearic music styles. As he ingests copious amounts of music, Harvey has been able to successfully launch several bands, through which he creates and produces music rather than just remix or re-edit, which is how he first became the obsessed-about monster of dance culture he is today (back in his Black Cock Records re-edit days, Harvey gained quite a rabid following).

Locussolus is a poetic compound version of a French absurdist novel about a scientist and inventor by Raymond Roussel. In concert with the well-to-do scientist, Cantarel, in Roussel’s Locus Solus, who uses a fluid called “resurrectine” to re-animate the dead, Harvey’s Locussolus is seated firmly in the dusty disco and California-cosmic-groove-pop purveyors of yore. Harvey is indeed a resurrector. “I like a bit of voodoo,” he says. “Mark, who runs the label, International Feel, has given me the freedom to do what I want, as far as 12-inch vinyl is concerned. I like to make something for the dance floor, for the clubs, something for people to wiggle around to, and then put an alternative track, something that’s maybe for the bar or the car or the boutique—spread it out a little bit, and that’s basically it.”

Morke

One day shooting with director Samuel Bayer , actress Rooney Mara & european model at studio Morke.


www.studiomorke.com

cha cha

Me & my friend, shoe designer Becca Moon went out for a drink @ cha cha lounge in LA to talk about her  future collection & check out some art.  The images were all painted on black velvet fabric. John Wayne's painting is my favorite. Her collection is now available on her site.

 

DJ OSAMU

Words by Heidi

Photographed by Helen Nishi

Osamu is the unofficial chairman of the Venice Beach Boys Club, a loose collective of surfer, skater, bike riding lost boys that don't take life too seriously.
It's as DJ Osamu however that all of Venice knows him.  Responsible for putting this sleepy little beach encalve on the global partying map, all the while keeping the locals entertained with his weekly residencies in the best dive bars, restaurants, clubs as well as warehouse style one offs and house parties.  It's not really a party in Venice unless he's DJing.
Venice couldn't keep him a secret for long. Osamu is in demand all over the U.S and beyond, he toured Japan as a roady in 2009 with Eric Duncan from Rub n Tug/Still going fame.  He has DJ'd for companies such as Red Bull, Insight, Stussy, Chateau Marmont Hotel as well as on set for photographers such as Mario Testino and David Sims, at one shoot the supermodel Giselle named him her favorite DJ. Osamu is in the close knit almost secret society that throw the infamous Sarcastic Disco Parties, himself being an understudy of the legendary DJ Harvey, he is among the few that have guest DJ'd at his club thirtyninehotel in Hawaii. Osamu has a knack for reading the crowd whatever genre and igniting the dance floor from his all vinyl selection.




http://soundcloud.com/dj-osamu

Motorhome Stories

Friend Dewitt Cannon started Alchemy Vanlines in 2004 with a "full service" photo production company, upon the simplest grounds of a thriving passion for the creative world.

coletivo_A t A l h o

Olha o Atalho ai gente!!

Brazilian dynamic duo Karla Fragoso

& Andre Azevedo created & coordinate Coletivo Atalho, a collective of artists located in Curitiba, South Brazil.

Independently collaborating in numerous cultural brazilian & international projects, they gathered underground artists around the country to execute their work.

www.coletivoatalho.com