Alex Fogo the DJ that doesn’t curse

My Wednesday Friend invited me to attend Nervous Records Release Party yesterday. And I went because I like nervous people. Also, don’t get overwhelmed by records release party fancy words, as far as I was concerned I was going to a place that will have a DJ playing who’s a friend of a friend’s friend, and it’s Thursday, and who does these things not Thursdays anyway. Not the people who wake up at 6am on Fridays. Just saying. But the place we were going to, as it turned out, is one of the city’s favorite when it comes to quality club...

Michiel Folkers – exceptional artist with an exquisite cursing style

I came across someone amazing on Instagram. And I do this a lot. Not come across someone amazing on Instagram, but browse through different Instagram accounts. I don’t know why I do it, I don’t know what I’m looking for, and I usually just end up making mean comments about other people, but only in my head. Because writing actual mean comments is just too mean on my scale of meanness. I have standards, people.   But this guy’s art is just amazing. Because I said so. Also, feel free to form your own opinion, and I only strongly suggest,...

To My Dear Bro, Jean-Michel Basquiat

I saw Jean-Michel Basquiat. Or actually I didn’t see him HIM because he’s dead, and that would be weird, but I saw his art. Finally. And this is significant because we sort of have a history together. Maybe a one-way relationship that’s not actually a relationship, but here’s what I mean.   My very first post was about Basquiat. Or actually my very first post was about me, but only because it was an Intro, and also because it’s my blog so I write about myself. I would write about you, but I don’t know who you are, so can’t...

SUSHISAMBA, please adopt me

So…Saturday in New York. What to wear and what to do. Wear whatever the hell you want. But if you’re in New York make sure it’s like stylish and organic. And Vegan. And there is a word Converse somewhere in your outfit. I’m pretty sure those are prerequisites of the city life. I didn’t make them. Take a walking tour of the Brooklyn Bridge. Because it’s free, beautiful, and can easily qualify as a form of exercise that will make you feel less guilty about eating a cheesy hot dog afterwards. But seriously who doesn’t want this in their Instagram feed?...

Chelsea Art Galleries

So this time I made it. I made it to the Chelsea Art Galleries on Thursday. Because there was a time, not so long ago, where I didn’t, and wrote about it here.   And here’s some neatly organized material that I prepared for you.   First off, try not to make it too obvious that you’re there primarily for the free alcohol. Meaning don’t drink at the first gallery you visit. Walk in, walk around, convince your head that art is your true interest and passion. Who knows it might actually work. Second gallery is fine, just don’t run...

Mearon Naman – interview with a poet

So, I actually went and did something semi-professional for you guys – I conducted my first ever interview, mind you, with a poet. And he’s a real person, and he writes poems, and I have been following him on Instagram for a while now because they also happen to be really good. And in a world of Instagram, and shitty posts, this counts for a lot. He also has 10K followers, so that’s a celebrity yall. This was conducted via Instagram messenger, and might have been the world’s first ever Instagram interview. So, casually making history. Just saying. Also, this...

Because it’s Friday

Ok, so yesterday I was supposed to do a round of Chelsea Art Gallery hopping and get some superb material for you. I wrote about this great indulgence us, New Yorker’s, have here. And it’s where you get to go check out different stuff people call art and drink free booze. And this all is probably a big conspiracy where they get you buzzed enough until you’re tricked you into thinking ‘why yes, I do think this piece of wood stapled to the wall is beautiful.’ Or maybe some stuff they have on display truly is beautiful, I’m not sure anymore. They’ve...

Back to food, art, and stuff to complain about

So, this past weekend we were blessed with some semi-normal weather. Meaning, it was fairly warm and the air was filled with a light scent of winter’s death. Meaning it felt as if spring is fairly close. And this time is always exciting. Because biological rhythms or whatever, but you do tend to feel more uplifted, and hopeful, and maybe even nicer. Or not. You might very well just remain an uplifted asshole.   Sunday, we decided to go to Manhattan to check if our walking abilities were still there, and didn’t rot away over the winter. Chinatown we went...

How I fell in love with hummus (not really) or why travel to Israel Final

Continued from here and here It’s been challenging for me to finish writing the series on Israel because I have told ‘about my trip’ to at least five different sets of people by now, and I’ve sort of had it. But not your fault and I bet you’re dying to know what else happened. So you be my honorable, sixth, and final set of people. Here we go Day 6 This day was the New Year’s Eve and we set off on a trip to some rental houses we, well, rented in the Northern part of Israel. When I made...

How I fell in love with hummus (not really) or why travel to Israel 2

Continued from here Day 3   Slept in late again. This time arguably because of the time difference. By the way, time difference is a son of a bitch. Just throwing it out there. It’s real and you will feel it. Especially once you need to go back to work again. It will hunt you with a vengeance.   Anyhow, this day we went to the Carmel Market. Which is pretty much exactly what you’d expect a market to look like. A noticeable difference were stands with zillion spices.  We didn’t stop nor buy anything, but at some point I...