Tuesday, August 31, 2010

"Gin Lane" by William Hogarth


I was looking around the waiting room at the methadone clinic the other day, and I thought it reminded me of something...

William Hogarth, originally uploaded by dumbeast.


This poem by reverend James Townley accompanied the original print

Gin, cursed Fiend, with Fury fraught,
Makes human Race a Prey.
It enters by a deadly Draught
And steals our Life away.

Virtue and Truth, driv'n to Despair
Its Rage compells to fly,
But cherishes with hellish Care
Theft, Murder, Perjury.

Damned Cup! that on the Vitals preys
That liquid Fire contains,
Which Madness to the heart conveys,
And rolls it thro' the Veins.




 

Sorry Seroquel


Sorry Seroquel, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Glamour & NY Times Magazines on the Gaetano Pesce+Melissa Collaboration!

The Gaetano Pesce+Melissa collaboration has (of course) been receiving a lot of attention in the press and as a result our information email is getting flooded with requests for the shoe!

We are so excited to launch this unique design! Check out what The New York Times and Glamour Magazine have to say below!

Friday, August 27, 2010

Michael's Zip


Michael's Zip, originally uploaded by dumbeast.

That's a ragged line between disability and substance abuse.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Cake Soundcheck at Art & Soul

Mary went to Pilates this morning, even though the dreaded Oakland Art & Soul festival was going on.  She figured out how to circumvent the madness & get to her gym, and off she went.

15 minutes after she left, she called home. "I think Cake is playing right now. You might want to get down here. Listen!"  She held her phone up to some low-fi noise.

I couldn't hear what the hell she was talking about, but I was pretty sure that Cake (co-headlining with MC Hammer) wouldn't be playing at 10:45 on Saturday morning.  Hah!  That's a laugh. I hope it's something really embarrassing.  A kid playing the Jonas Brothers on a boombox.  Polysonic Spree. An ironic Austrian Cake cover band named Pfannkuchen.  Whatevs.   I got on my bike and headed down there.  This should be good.

It was Cake, doing a sound check, and they were good.  A few other early birds and I got a free private miniconcert, just off stage left. Thanks for the heads-up, Babe. Sorry I thought of you as "Old Tin-Ear."

"Look, Why Don't we Change our Clothes and Play Badminton?"

From Woody Allen's "A Midsummer Night's Sex Comedy". Jose Ferrer delivers this immortal line.