This video (click on photo to view) for Favourite Sons’ track “Pistols and Girls” features artist and former auction curator and Contemporary and Urban Art Specialist at Phillips de Pury & Co., Alex Smith. Much like this video, Smith’s work can be seen as at first jarring, but compelling, as

Ok here is another installment of ‘˜Bitching About Winter’.  I didn’t use to have a problem with winter.  I would laugh at the grumps who complained all the time about the snow, the ice and chapped lips (hi Mom!) but now I stand corrected.  This winter weather sucks. It doesn’t

Valentine’s Day is Sunday. Before you go get you some lovin’, make sure it’s the only VD you’ve got. The same government program that stocks every bar with NYC condoms also runs STD screening clinics in all of the boroughs that offer FREE screenings for the HIV, the clap, syphilis,

Ever since I started dressing myself, I’ve been shopping in thrift stores.  I’m pretty sure it’s long gone now, but when I was growing up there was an AMAZING one in the Clairemont area of San Diego called Action Thrift.  It was the size of a grocery store and because

Rainbow Brite was pretty much my best friend in the world as a child. I had her doll, the dolls of her friends, and even her ride–a unicorn with a shiny star on it’s forehead.  My favorite toy out of  all of the Rainbow Brite gang was, bien sur, her friend

Snowmageddon, Snowpocalypse, whatever you wanna call it, it has ravaged the East Coast like a wayward buccaneer in a tawdry romance novel.  I’m sure all you West Coasters are sipping on margaritas and kicking off your flip-flops and thinking good luck with “that.” While the rest of us seek refuge

Let me start by saying the idea that February 14th is THE day to express love and appreciation for that special person(s) in our life who lets us do things with their genitals is horseshit.  And don’t cite Chaucer.  The day has devolved so far. In the Belarusian version, Saint

Do you ever sit at your desk after your lunch break and look at clock and realize with horror that it’s only 1:30 and quittin’ time isn’t until at least 5?  You look at the pile of papers on your desk and the mass of email in your inbox and