hipstomp photo essays

Day 247 (spyz)

I like angles.
Sometimes I can’t believe we live in these things.

The Brooklyn Bridge. You know they
built this motherfucker in the 1800s?

Check it out: The river’s forty feet deep, and
the bridge’s foundations are buried fifty feet
below the riverbed. I have no idea how the
fuck they did this when people were still riding
around on horses and shit.

This dog is sleeping up against a window.

If Yuka saw this she’d say, in her Japanese
accent, “This dog is so chillin’.”

I like how dogs have black lips.

“I want you to build a fence to protect
my Mercedes from those goddamn bicycles.”

Fire hydrants are ostensibly there to put out fires,
but they also magically generate civic revenue and
motorist stress. All you have to do is park in front of one.

The other day five friends came over for dinner.
Tommy Chops brought a pair of big-ass Gucci
shades back from L.A. so we all tried them on.

I don’t like karaoke but a friend’s in
town from Tokyo so the crew made me go.
I was forced to sing “My Cherie Amour.”

Unfortunately, someone was recording video.
Meaning at some point in the future I’ll be
standing there gritting my teeth while people
laugh and point at the monitor.

Back to the black lips. I can’t describe why but
it really pleases me that dogs have black lips.

NASA puts people in outer space.You can put people in Canadian space.