Drawing Restraint

I came across four invitations to the Matthew Barney exhibit opening at MOMA, courtesy of Anya’s dad. Jordan, Morgan, Whitney and I all went for the upper-level reception (re: free drinks) and stayed partway through the general member reception (re: crowded) until we got really hungry and claustrophobic. Mattew Barney is a photographer/filmmaker/sculptor of sorts/drawer/Bjork’s partner, and his art is thematically focused on bodily phenomena and the interplay between tension and restraint. At least that’s what the stuff we saw was concerned with. Cameras weren’t allowed, so I snuck pictures when I could, but nearly all are blurry. Onward!


Bryan thinks Morgan’s a babe. She is


I think Whitney’s a babe. He is


That’s Jordan on the left. You may recognize her from the nitrous days blog(s)


BART and stuff


This was Matmos’s set-up. They toured with Bjork about 3 years ago and were here in April with the Kronos Quartet, a group that Patrick informs me covers a Sigur R

San Diego means Whale’s Vagina

I always talk shit about El Cajon (“the drawer” in espanol), but it’s not that bad. It’s totally white trash about 92% of the time, and everyone there loves George Bush and Jesus (two things I love only because I like to make fun of them), but home is home. Biatcheslough and his oldest and younger brothers all graduated from some type of schooling, so I went home to participate in the festivities. These people are my family, so this is basically like a still home video. I kept the trashy background as minimal as possible, except when it was totally awesome in which case it’s been documented.


Going home means food because my mom and dad pay for it


Going home also means picking avocados from my backyard. Are you in San Diego? Call my parents and they’ll let you come over and pick a shit-ton.


“Trevor, um, I think this is the life.”
“Yeah, this is basically the life.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is the life.”


No Fear! Boats and big trucks for lyfe. Fuck yeah, ‘Merica.


My mom likes Karl Strauss. She wants to sell our house and move to Northern Mississippi.


This is my best friend, Molly. She goes to Davis and is getting ready to move to Ireland for a year. She’s also Jewish which is why she’s in charge of the money


This is Pok

Broke Ass

I feel like I need to explain my lack of blog.

My camera is broken. Actually, I broke it when I dropped it so hard that the lens popped out and I put it back in crookedly while drunk. So now it doesn’t open all the way and I can’t document all the stuff I’ve been doing that doesn’t necessarily involve substance abuse. I’m saving allll of my money for a $20 Holga. We’ll see what happens….

xo