Showing posts with label Bars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bars. Show all posts

7.15.2012

In Print No.2: Sarah Cloud

2002

Here's some stuff that made it into the St. Louis Post Dispatch: a live shot that I don't remember taking at the Hi-Pointe and the album cover I designed for Sarah Cloud's Heavyweight based around a photograph I shot of her at the South Broadway Athletic Club.


7.01.2012

Some British Pubs

Now, I don't drink but I do have a slight affinity for the culture that surrounds drinking. So, check it out: Here's a short list of new, English drinkeries culled from this rather long list. Hope you are as amused and confounded by these non sequiturs as I am.


The Bull And Politician

The Horse's Replacement

The Human Leg

The Man Of A Thousand Briefcases

The Royal Poke

Good Queen Beast

Good Good

The Three Buns

Spot The Ball

The Individual Fruit Knees

What Everybody Wants

The Hungry Shed

The Chocolate Hostage

The Horse Liniment and Jocky Wilson

Monkeyglands Haemoglobin

The Horse And Horse

The Budgie's Relapse

The Jolly Pemtrils

The Yolly Yumbo Yets

No Socks For Ivan

That's Nice Dear

Guff, Bob & Pants

The Scout Hat

The Errant Apostrophe's

The Fitness & Cement

The Towel And Germans

The Recalcitrant Plebney

The Information Lavatory

The Israeli Biscuits

The Jaffa Legs

The Tog 72-One

The Crap Shark

The Monk's Fridge

Two-Way Family Favourites

The Five Smells

The Brush

Touching Socks

The Paff Chair

The Infradraw Method

The Largely Fimshed

The Occasional Leg

...And Several Butchers' Aprons

The Major Contribution To Road Safety

The Sound Of Chips

The Whole Bunch Of Water

The Youth Hostel Card With Handle

The Pandrol Clip

The Carthaginian Mathematics Base

The Four Wheelie Bins

The Fledgling Word List

The Burger Van

The Fish Waste

The 321, And Not In The Ted Rogers Sense

The Filetab

The Russian Twin Overhead Camshaft Wide Screen TV

The Northolt Swimarama

The Soiled Budgie Extraction System

The Obvious Syrup

Education Education Education

The Last Last day Of Term

The Eighty-Three

Bar Bar

2000

This image reminds me of a place in Los Angeles that David Bornstien used to like to take me. The place didn't seem to have a name per se so he just called it Bar Bar. I think he even wrote "Welcome to Bar Bar" in the bathroom there.

Now, this picture was taken in Denver three or so years after David died and so has nothing to do with his Bar Bar, but the sort of generic nature of this shot-signs that indicate what it is and what they have but under no particular flag- stimulated that memory for me.

3.20.2012

Six Evening Portraits

2012



These are excerpts from a shoot commissioned by Rodolfo Vengoechea of his wife
on her birthday and her friends at the Timo Restaurant in Phoenix, AZ, March 16th, 2012.














4.15.2010

Gaterail Fluxer

2010

Well, looks like the mac is dead, so this may be the last one of these I'll be able to make for a while. Bummer.
On the upside, though, lots of scissorworks are getting made.

2.02.2010

The Death of Kennealy's

Kennealy's Pub was a little hole-in-the-wall in the Soulard neighborhood of St. Louis which was open around 1999, 2000, 2001 and not much longer. Lotta great nights were were enjoyed there by a lotta people I know and knew. Many great shows were witnessed there, but remembered by few, I would imagine. It was a sort of nexus point for what seemed to me to be a lot of warm friendly feelings, magic moments and unexpected and exciting creativity. But like you'd expect, It couldn't last. I guess it was pretty badly mismanaged. I know I had my share of free drinks from outta that bar and I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one. The trio of owners, Steve Kennealy (pictured below), Tim Lehman, and Jack Shannon Scott all died after the fact, one by one, from alcohol-related symptoms and I heard they were dipping into the stock pretty heavily. I don't know. Whatever. Good times can't last. We all know that.

These were shot after the place had closed. I don't remember my occasion for being in the place at that point, but I remember how sad it was to see that little room so quiet and empty and lifeless.




















2.22.2009

Rocket Bar Confidential

(2000)

Anyone remember the Rocket Bar?
Oh, sure you do.





Do any of you remember where you were on the night of April the Seventh, 2000?
Well, neither do I but here are some pictures from that night anyhow.
(Identities concealed to protect the guilty)