Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Only Kooks Say "Cali"

 
"Kobe?"
"We have a lot of the same interests."
The dog even has his own observation hammock right at butt sniffing level.
 Local TV Legend and habitual line crosser Poorman of Poorman's Bikini Beach.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Leaves of Three, Let Them Be

 US Open Huntington Beach.
"These cigarettes r gunna make us look soo hawt"
"I feeeel, older"
These girls were scoping the boardwalk, pointing out spike-haired hotties and giggling at out of shape bodies.
A ménage of shorne soldiers. 

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

NO AGE at The Strand

Dean and Randy
 This was my first introduction to the band No Age. They played a special show in the courtyard of The Strand hotel in Huntington Beach for all the surfers who were competing in the US Open. I was ignorant to their sound and had no preconceived notions on how their set would be. All I knew of the band is that they opened for Sonic Youth a couple of times, are Black Flag approved and are on the Sub Pop label. Well, needless to say their credentials don't lie. I was instantly won over by the power and intensity that this duo was able to produce.
Added bonus: they are super nice guys too. If they ever play a show in your hometown don't hesitate and go see them, I know I will.

Special thanks to this guy for getting us access to the surfer heavy show.





Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Wishful Thinking

"I wish I brought a sweatshirt."
"I wish I had my own pack."
I wish you a Happy Birthday Ed.
"I wish I got a double scoop."

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Swiss Misses

The banks of Lake Geneva.
Just taking his expensive pet for a stroll.
So many straps, levers and buckles have to be unhinged before these two hit the sack. I'm guessing its a 15 minute wait to get nude.
Pfffffffffrrrrrt
DJ Lady Fingers snaps to her own her toxic Euro noise on the shore of Lake Geneva.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

From the Mountains to the Sea

Everybody's favorite crutch.
Toe-heads stock their boogies with sea samples.
Dan Lu straps on his toke turban.
Complements of the Chef.
Jason might have the bird flu.
Fuck it, lets throw some shoes.