G'ed up from the feet up.

HotBabysitter and Cocoa Rigal.

Shake Your Tail Feather.

Cocoa made herself a lovely white Ostrich feather costume, and she made a peacock one for me. I'm missing my gloves and hat in this video, pictures soon!

Look To Those Whom You Admire...

"The sword of Damocles has to be hanging over people. As soon as evolution stops, as soon as there's an unforgivable act. Forgiveness isn't something I'm preoccupied with. I didn't have a Catholic education, so turning the other cheek isn't my thing. The curtain falls. An iron curtain. Generally speaking, when it happens believe me, the victims aren't innocent. Anyway, I don't judge. They know the score, they know my criteria. If they think they can operate differently it's up to them to play their part or take the risk. My journey goes on and every pitfall in the road is skirted, pretty much definitively. It's a responsibility. Thousands of people work because of what I do, of what we do. We can't let the unbecoming egos of a few assholes undermine that." ~ Karl Lagerfeld

Art Star.

Art has been my whole life, from the beginning it has been art and language. It would go against the very nature of my being to not pursue art, it is my one and only love. I am prepared to make sacrifices for it. I am aware that it will hurt me. That's ok. Like the best kind of lover, it will bring me to tears and break me down, but it will also make me smile, dance, and sing songs of joy. That tension and dichotomy needs to exist in order to hold interest. I could never live without it, and it will never leave me. Most of all, amongst the earths rolling landscapes, oceans, stars, and setting suns, it will experience this world with me, allowing me to feel truly alive. I am art. The pure flame of life. Watch out world, because her she comes, the wanderlust, pen in hand, eyes wide.

He gives you plenty of trouble...

Exorcism of a haunted heart.

I feel all dreamy and reflective so I spent the day drawing, listening to Beach House and Grizzly Bear. I stumbled upon the work of Costa Rican artist Natalea Sanabria earlier... Dreamy water colored mixed media drawings, some of my favorite kind of work.









"By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest." ~ Confucius

Paper Chase.

Not On Television.

What it's like to be with you...

Tonight @ ThinkSpace, 4210 Santa Monica Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90029

"My Heart Never Sleeps"

featuring new works by
Timothy Karpinski

Show Runs: November 6th through November 27th, 2009
Opening Reception: Friday, November 6th 7- 11pm

I've been to the desert on a horse with no name.

We have been in the desert this past week filming the music video for Asa Ransom's song "Red" off their latest album The Gold EP. This is the beginning of a photo collection from behind the scenes, enjoy!
p.s. why must blogger compress and wash out photos?!!!

Young hearts feel the wind, if they really listen they hear a calling which keeps them young even throughout old age. Life can be so beautiful if you truly listen. That calling is what drives us, it's what brings us together and it's what keeps us apart. The search must continue as memories fade with the sun into the dark night sky. Dreams are a life force.
♥ D

Went To A Party At The County Jail.

I love that when this aired people went CRAZY!!!!! Elvis was such a stud man, such a visionary.

Do The Dead Now Baby.

These are some photos that my friend Dimitry Elyashkevich shot of LG and I in his pool in Hollywood tonight. Hungry Eyes.

It's Almost Over...

October is a lot of Americans favorite time of year for obvious reasons. In L.A. there isn't much of a weather change, but in most places across the country people watch the leaves turn and temperatures drop. People are accepting the end of summer and the beginning of hibernation, though that doesn't mean the end of celebration! The month of horror movies, masks, costume shops, haunted houses, pumpkins, and anything spooky, October ends with a bang on Halloween. Years spent in costume filling pillowcases with candy, now replaced with tummy's full of booze. It's no secret that Americans like to party and what better way then in costume? November 1st you'll be waking up in a haze, fake blood smeared all over your body, possibly Frankenstein in your bed. Did you really see the jelly donut making out with Edward Scissor Hands? Was someone a bong or was that part of your dream? The last thing you remember was the zombie party and fragmented conversations with a group of flappers while waiting in line for the bathroom...
All the girls seem to be easier, making it possible even for losers to get laid. He's dressed like party boy, she's dressed like a cop, might be time to arrest him for indecent exposure and then pretend it never happened... Bad behavior is rampant on Halloween, there's no escaping sin my friends. Even Shirley from work who always wears cardigans might be seen doing "the walk of shame" Sunday morning still dressed as a bumblebee. She seemed to have had one to many vodka cranberries when you stopped by the office party. You always wondered what was under that cashmere but had to push her off of you when she was practically humping your leg on the dancefloor in front of your date. Must be the full moon.
I predict an overflow of vampires, because duh, people are boring and it's blood sucking mania right now. Though not dressing up in costume is totally lame. What's wrong with the people who go out in their normal attire? Where is your sense of fun, confidence, and adventure buddy? This means you are either unimaginative/insecure, too cool for school, or both, which instantly equals a big zero to me. So get creative! If under prepared, here are some tips to having the ultimate night:
1. Have condoms. You don't want to impregnate some chick dressed as a construction worker, or acquire an std. You'll be really sorry you didn't pay attention to the yellow "Danger" tape because you were too busy peeling it off her heaving breasts. Those things can be distracting but try to remember, safe sex always!
2. Pick a party and stay there, otherwise you'll be in a car for the majority of your night, not cute.
3. Don't drink and drive. Fairly obvious but people are still doing it.
4. So, he's dressed like Danny from Grease, doesn't mean he's going to be good in bed this time. Consider these facts in a situation like this. Seriously. Don't let the alcohol take over or at least follow the advice in #1.
5. Ladies, carry eyelash glue.
6. Over prepare and then go with the flow.

Happy Halloween!

Pumpkin Carving with Chris Casey from lauren Graham on Vimeo.

C'mon Taste It Honey.

The mid 90's were a bit strange, I mean, how did it go from like the total craziness vibes from the 80's to angsty melodramatic flannel time? I'm pretty sure people were coming off the cocaine and dippin into the downers. I spent the majority of my teenage years in this land and MTV was a great filter for this experience. My brother and I grew up in a house in Atlanta heavily influenced by music. The living room walls were black with a baby pink ceiling, and the hallway and bedrooms had leopard print carpet. My room was blood red. Now, this may sound tacky but my mother happens to be an interior decorator and it was actually incredible. We spent many nights playing video games and watching Beavis & Butthead on black leather couches.
So yeah, when I got the B&B shirts, I started thinking about all that stuff and then I shot this: "Ode to Beavis & Butthead".
They love hot chicks. Dude, score.



This song is so good. Seriously, get into that. It's for your own good.

Dirty America.

Lara Stone shot by Terry Richardson for French Vogue in November of 2006. Those Chanel boots are amazing. Not really into the knitting theme, but I do love the styling.
You should really listen to this song, quality old school stylez.

Bela Lugosi is Dead.

The Count Orlok.

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The Dangerous Type.

Let your blood in the dim moon light.

1000 Year Faithful Attack.

Perfection on the surface.

This song is one of my all time favorites in life, nothing like it and nothing to do with the picture. ha!
Deuce Up, A Town Down.

Relic of our future...

This is how we get down, get down...

Fleet Jewelry Shoot from lauren Graham on Vimeo.

Right to the brink...

Recently my friends and I have been working on a jewelry line called Fleet, which is due out next month. The line, designed by Kate Power will include: metal driven hair clips, bracelets, boot belts, necklaces, and earrings. To view our full collection please visit Fleet Jewelry. Handmade with a rock n roll soul, ears to the wind, heart to the sky.
Here's a sneak peek for what's in store...

This Stones song is soooooo good, I really wish someone could make me feel that way, sounds like the sexiest ride ever. It's like no matter how many times I try to even comprehend how cool they are I start to feel my mind getting blown and I have to snap back into reality.
Pure magic.
♥

I'm In Love With Fools Like You.

Take my phone right off of the hook.

Random photos from a roll I took on my Yashica.

Let the blind lead those who can see but cannot feel.

Adam Stoves.

Little Evil Me.

cracks in our hearts and heads.

Radio On.

I like Robert Mars because I love Americana, the west, vintage images, and mixed media pieces. I just wish there was more in his portfolio and it was more diverse, however, I'd most likely put one of these in my home. I want to see series.

There's nothing like a good cup of coffee and BLT at a roadside diner somewhere in the desert, I really look forward those moments in my life. Somewhere along the dusty highway as the sun sets at dusk, I'll stop to get a slice of good ole apple pie to satisfy the American dream. Truck drivers buy smut to fill the void on the lonely highways, while fat tourists smoke, gamble, and drink underneath the neon skies of Las Vegas. Counting states on license plates, soiled motel sheets, the stale smell of cigarettes, and the hot cement. Pretty soon you can smell the barbeque and fresh clipped lawns. At night it's just the stars, black horizons, you can hear the world move. The crunch of gravel, hair moving in the desert wind, rocks tickled pink by the fading sun, cacti reaching the deep blue sky. Covered so much distance to arrive here.

You Amaze Me.

Self Portrait.

Spatial Relations.

The 11th Dimension.

This is pretty awesome, this person scanned all these cosmic and psychedelic album covers. There are so many good ones...






Cosmic Excerpts.

Choice & Action.

Witching Hour.

Psychic Kids.

Wow, I cannot even find the proper words to express how much I love the work of designer/illustrator Mark Weaver. I am kind of sure we are both tuned into a similar station, I like where his head is at. I'd say for the most part I love work that deconstructs/reconstructs images to reference science, history, Sci Fi cult culture, and math. I like to have a sense of time and time traveled. Looking into the past re-arranged by present hands is always intriguing. I can't find a lot of information on him but it appears that he is from my hometown, Atlanta. Southern boys and science fiction, good things to think about on a rainy afternoon in "sunny California". I love the rain!
♥

Got Eaten Alive...

Cat Scratch Fever.

Bela Borsodi is more than a still life photographer, every project is as innovative as the next, he really is in a league of his own. Literally thinking out of the box, he builds all the installations for his pop erotic sets. This is really inspirational, I love the bold color kink, cut out silhouettes, and shadow play. This series is from an editorial project he did for Denmark's S Magazine back in 2008, it is called "Cat Flaps." His portfolio is really diverse, every project consistent in it's clever execution, maintaining his playful and colorful style. This is love. Get it kitty.

A catalogue of images, flashing glimpses then gone again.

Beautifully shot for a beautifully written song.

"Be Safe" by The Cribs - Music Video by Micah Phillips from Micah Phillips on Vimeo.

One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger. An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armour. These are the days when I hate the world, hate the rich, hate the happy, hate the complacent, the TV watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones. Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things and then I hate myself for realising that. There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living. We each know our own fate. We know from our youth how to be treated, how we'll be received, how we shall end. These things don't change. You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents but sooner or later your own self will always catch up. Always it waits in the wings. Ideas swirl but don't stick. They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield. One of those rainy day car rides my head implodes, the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull. Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold. Walls of grey. Nothing good on the radio. Not a thought in my head.

Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow, frame by frame with two minutes that take ten years to live out. Yeah, lets do that.

Telephone poles like praying mantras against the sky, metal arms outstretched. So much land travelled so little sense made of it. It doesn't mean a thing all this land laid out behind us. I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while. I'm disgusted with petty concerns; parking tickets, breakfast specials. Does someone just have to carry this weight? Abstract typography, methane inconvenience, linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, and torturous lice, mad Elizabeth. Chemotherapy bullshit.

The light within you shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway. Like a snake eating its own tail, steam turbine, frog farm, two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blowjob, deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories, movements, the movie unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin.

I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away, I've hear your stairs creak. I can fix my mind on your yes, and on your no. I'll film you face today in the sparkling canals, all red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection. Racing thoughts, racing thoughts. All too real, you're moving so fast now I cant hold your image. This image I have of your face by the window, me standing beside you arm on your shoulder. A catalogue of images, flashing glimpses then gone again.

Every clear afternoon now I'll picture you up in the air twisting your heel, your knees up around me, my face in your hair. You scream so well, your smile so loud it still rings in my ears.

Imitation. Distant, tired of longing. Clean white teeth. Stay the course. Hold the wheel. Steer on to freedom. Open all the boxes.

Open all the boxes.

Open all the boxes.

Open all the boxes.

Times Square midday: newspaper buildings, news headlines going around, you watch as they go, and hope that some good comes. Those tree shadows in the park they're all whistling chasing leaves. Around six pm, shadows across cobblestones, girl in front of a bathroom mirror she slowly and carefully and paints her face green and mask like. A portrait. A green stripe. Long shot through apartment window, a monologue on top but no girl in shot. The light within you shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway. Like a snake eating its own tail steam turbine, frog farm, two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blowjob, deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories, movements. The movie unreeling, about to begin.

That was great
Yeah? Mine were alright. Wasn't my best one but who cares?
That's the spirit...

Everything in One.

Integratron round 1, video 2. Video by Cocoa Rigal. Music by: Cocoa Rigal meets Hot Babysitter.
♥ ♥

Romance with the past...

Knife Fight.

Makeup artist turned photog Robin Black, brings us The New Tough. Everyone knows I love punk rock, nudity, and animal print. Stop procrastinating and manifest destiny!