Looking at my 81st birthday, everyday this body goes to waste

Attention all! I just found the courage to admit that I cannot get enough of clothes. Yes, I am a shopping addict, hear me roar. On autopilot mode, I swerve to the left and follow the tan-pink-blue-green-yellow tag sale road to the thrift store a few times a week. My only pilgrimage is to Melrose at least once a week just because. If I try to stop myself, I'll end up at Trader Joe's preparing my body for hibernation. Anyways, here are a few of last week's buys:

Clogging up the water

Fishing for Marc

Vintage Dior

LRD

Vintage Bill Blass

Raven Symone moment

Vintage Peter Nygård for Saks Fifth Avenue

Don't spit into the well - you might drink from it later

Monday night had just as long a waiting period as the 3.5 hour shower lines at Coachella because Halloween Swim Team didn't play until midnight. My lonesome self ended up coincidentally seeing musician MN, though.

Synchronizing paths at Synchronicity Space?

HST was hilarious. So their drummer is locked up in Utah for possession of trees, and when the cops dropped by because of noise complaints, Dustin said something to the extent of, "The guy you're looking for is already in jail!"

Always passing, the stream of life, which in the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all.

In no way can the whole concept of Coachella cannot be exposed through a few photos.

Sidewalk scenes and black limousines

Holy Sunday, God just sent in a 6.9 magnitude earthquake to top off my controversial spring break. I already thought that being two cents down for the $269 tixxx was a shocker, but now that I've compared both numbers, I see the repetition of the number 69. It's a sign. I know why the caged birds sing! R.I.P.

Nothing is more evident than that Nature hates Mind

It's just as tragic as the tale of Lennie and George when it's the real Deadmau5. It's a fucking bodiless maws, yawl.

Take care, TCB (DM)

Cubtrina on DM:

In case you missed it, yesterday was International Women's Day! Though female artists are underrepresented at Dim Mak, Steve tackles the issue with his long hair don't care attitude. In addition, the PiC of Dim Mak occasionally blast the speakers out to The xx, so take that y chromosome!

And in other news, a bunch of men, a few women, and a baby gathered in Venice Beach during British filmmaker Philip Bloom's Great HD-DSLR Meetup on Sunday to discuss their sharpshooting weapons. Here's a video filmed and edited by a different Luke:

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Noise Nomads and me levitating on the ground

The Wiltern, Los Angeles, Calif.

  So I guess the stars rearranged and aligned themselves to everyone's availability, Hollywood. Good thing your wrist broke. Otherwise, I would have never been able to attend a Sonic Youth show. 

The most beautiful colors chase the sun

I can't believe that I just tuned in to hipster Shaman Durek's wise words. Worse, I can't believe that our beliefs and consciousness are so in sync. Take that 2012! Anyways, the new decade has left me with more surprises than ever. For one thing, I now have a hummingbird with a busted wing, and it resembles Pocahontas' feathered friend, Flint. Take that Avatar!

Time takes its toll

2009

  When looking back at my life in 2009, I feel a la Lester Burnham (American Beauty), but slightly less peeved and more alive than ever. If only some things didn't cancel out other events, than this year would have reigned supreme among the rest. But you know, some things just have to be changed.

  It's like crumpling up a piece of paper with ideas that just didn't cut it. Oh, then badly missing the wastebasket. No one can just press reset and hope that everything will start over. And no, I'm not talking about a Y2k bug or anything. Like the piece of trash, unfavorable memories remain, sort of like rollover minutes. On the other hand, I technically wouldn't have much experience with rollover minutes because I never answer my calls. I should, though. That's one resolution for me, as well as these: 

Weed out real buddies. You are my best fiend.

Don't apologize so much. Sorry, but I'm not going to be sorry '10.

Throw everything away. All the baggage in my life, bad trip.

Have a sleeping pattern. So I won't be mistaken for Anne Frank.

Don't be fluent in sarcasm. Even though it wards off all the evil.

Attain more knowledge. Obtain more knowledge.

Travel more. Customs, not the culture, but the airport hassle.

Stop bad habits. I've been saying The Pledge of Allegiance while picking my lips, since five.

Live in the moment, still. Carpe diem, me ineptum.

Be healthy. Detox.

Smashed, smashing.

Echo Park, Los Angeles, Calif.

Find me on here!

  The 5^th annual LA Record Xmas party was a massive ball that turned out positive (drug test) results. Whether one be a dirty, young hipster or dirty-old-bones opportunist, the feeling of being a big kid trapped in a Bedrock Rehearsal labyrinth was nothing short of amazing for most. Well-wishers sat on Santa's chicken thighs and passed on the secret code in order to receive alt gifts. Some satisfied their cravings with I Can't Believe It's Pot Butter treats, while some stood in line for Jaguar Spirits Tequila or Hit + Run screen printed shirts--all free. For me, I got to stay semi-put at the pop up store, while taking a whiff of fumes in the hot box, courtesy of our neighbros from Burger Records. That means that I missed out on all of the musical acts, besides The Soft Pack performance of “Extinction.” I don't think I missed out on all the free goodies, though. Pretty smashing.