bust to bust:
went through the iPhoto trash to make some espace on my computer
lots of strange photos of upton
or i think he was Avery back then?
there are lots of reasons a photo gets trashed
this one is “haircut”
this one is “pill-induced self-portraiture”
person walking in front of artwork as you take picture is another
i took this photo to try to capture in a face the moment of being dumped
but i dont see much except some dumb ugly bitch who needs to pull herself together
this one got nixed because i dont like being the the back of any picture
or looking bored around my (former) boss)
this is a very blurry barry piece
ha ha this is a blurry photo of a painting about the confusion of making art
by michael cline
this photo i thought i looked ugly
this photo i was wearing Nathan’s jacket and i thought he might have noticed and got mad
file that under “wearing borrowed/stolen/incriminating attire”
the second best cropping of the “lonely sharpie” photo you might remember
never take photos of self in cab back from overseas travel
where did this one come from?
pat looks like a rat fink
i kind of like this one but have to give it an “unseasonal” as it is no longer hot hot sexy summer
second cutest is sometimes still cute
you know i was all excited about a total trash post but now im kinda feeling the photos i took the past two days instead
like this dude’s barry mcgee tattoo!
lets look at new photos instead
new york is really a poem unlimited and we should write some more verses!
slurpin ramen at Menu Kai or whatever that place is near Cooper
they need a catchier name, bad
this photo gives me a girl chubby
i love ramen so much
we should be together, ramen and i
we had a fun walkabout yesterday
in my Steve Powers awesome raincoat artwork
doesn’t it look like the nun above him might be textin too?
there is Top 40 playing in the @#$%ing cafe by my desk and i cant think of anything witty when the most insipid lyrics about nothing are being blasted in my face
hold on to your yarmulkes, we are going to IKEA!
everyone loves a free boat ride
remember? that one time we went to IKEA?
ooh n ever mind i found something cooler to watch
and you guys can stay in the shitty world of people and objects
some people are pretty fun i guess
upton got excited for a second
we had fetuccini with spicy sausage and peppers and onions instead yummmm
drank some dog fish head in honor of the brother
who we both call “the dork”
avery made another painting!
we saw some bad tattoo flashe
we pilfered the “humor” section of st marks books
i tried to reshelve sarah palin’s book over there and upton told me that joke just isnt funny anymore
the poopiness of going to work on your day off is getting to ride the bus in the rain reading humor books
10 thoughts on “trashes to trashes”
Uptown looks a lot like Ryan McGinley in the 3rd photo. What a handsome fella.
Huh? Yeah, maybe if Ryan was a anorexic lesbian. How dare you?!
(no offense meant to Mr. Avery. He is a fine looking gentleman)
i liike avery uptons paintings wondering if ive seen more or if not why?
DP, if you want to diss somebody, be like Nike and just do it. Don’t immediately retract your statement and cower, as though you forgot you want the entire world to like you.
whose photographs are in the background of the seventh pic?
the left one is patrick griffin photo, the right one is jory rabinowitz print
both of which i lostinthe divorce:(
palin in humor is as good as DP vs upton comments 😀 madd funny
How was that a diss? I was commenting on the relative comparison and not at you yourself.
you said he looked like an anorexic lesbian. wait i see, how could that be taken as a “diss”. i have never herd a more complementary description. you should write forewords to books!
that is a great word painting by upton, espceptionally as it fit the mood right there in the sequence or whatev. just now i thought of the word misericordia
which i think are like dirty pictures priests look at to assuage anxiety behind the pulpit, but then i thought of my hawaiian ‘tremoloa’ which is a fake bullshit instrument my grandparents bought from a door to door salesman in 1930’s dustbowl oklahoma and which i had restrucng with piano wire and which sounds like utter fuck. i love seeing your lives very much.