SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!

SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!
1.19.12

I cut off my hair.

I was inspired by the guy in that overrated movie “Avatar”.  I watched it on the plane ride back to NYC. It was okay, but a little too intense for my tastes. I mean, I generally don’t watch movies where the music is so intense and overbearing and pretty much instructs you about what you should be feeling. I think that’s distracting.

I also didn’t appreciate the alien race pretty much resembling African people. I thought that was offensive. And very white.

Generally I’ve been hating on every single movie I’ve watched in the past couple months. I’m just seeing right through them all. (And I didn’t know “Avatar” was the highest grossing movie of all time! I was so shocked. It was no “Jurassic Park” or “Clueless”. Jeez. I hate all that 3D nonsense.)

Anyway, I liked that guy’s short haircut.

I know that it’s winter, and that it’s cold. And yes, my head is freezing. But it is a lot better to me to have a hair style that remains the same once I take off my hat.

The other day before work I spent a good 10 minutes blow-drying, hair spraying, and combing my hair only to have to put a hat on, which ruined my hard work once I had gotten to the salon. My hair was a matted-down mess.

What’s the use? I’ll just have a shaved head until it’s warm enough outside.

xo
craig

NO SUBSTITUTE

I am really digging the new haircut I got yesterday. It is incredibly sharp and it’s the kind of cut where you look in the mirror and think to yourself  ”Damn, I look so fucking good.”

Conceited? Maybe. But I think you’re allowed/supposed to be conceited after you get a nice haircut.

It is a vintage look that pairs very nicely with a modern NYC lifestyle.

I got it at Seagull in the West Village, which is where I just started working part-time as the receptionist. I’m in training still and am being instructed by my lovely friend Molly, Seagull’s head receptionist and salon manager.

Here is the two of us sporting our new hairstyles, courtesy of the salon’s most recent arrival, the very talented William.

It is nice to be taught by Molly. I’m convinced everything she says is gold. And it is scary how cool she is. Words cannot explain. She has been an inspiration to Ben and I since day one. So much that we dedicated a piece in our newest Take Off Your Clothes collection to her: The Kimzey, a crop top of sorts.

We have never dedicated anything to anyone. But Molly loves to wear crop tops, so we thought it’d be nice to make one for her but put a TOYC spin on it.

Loving it.

And this new haircut.

xo
craig

LET’S BOLT

I woke up this morning feeling very nostalgic for music that helped me break out of my shell and make me who I am…

Last night I went to Seagull to get a haircut my friend Molly set up for me. Seagull is co-owned by Johanna Fateman, one third of Le Tigre. I wasn’t expecting Johanna to be working, but when I walked in, there she was behind the receptionist counter.

My stylist wasn’t ready for me yet, so I took a seat on the couch next to Shaun, who is the other co-owner of the salon. He and I are sorta friends, so we chatted for a long while about stuff, like my clothing line and the hypnotism classes he recently started taking.

Eventually Johanna got her things together to leave. So, Shaun calls her over to us and says to her, “Johanna, have you met Craig?  Come meet Craig.”

She comes over to shake hands. Then she asks me, “Have we met before? You look so familiar… Hmm, are you famous?”

I told her we’d never met before, but that I would one day like to be famous. Sonic Youth famous, not Beyoncé famous.

But after she left, I quickly told Shaun that she and I had met before. Like 5 or 6 or 7 years ago. (I was an eager little fan that grabbed his sister and snuck behind a venue Le Tigre was playing at. And so, we got to meet Kathleen Hanna and Johanna. Had a nice little 5 minute chat alone with them. Kathleen and my sister discussed tattoos and ink. And I forget whatever else was said because I was so excited and it was so long ago.)

I think that was okay not to go into how we’d met before. I didn’t want to embarrass her. Nor did I want to get embarrassed.

But it made me very nostalgic for Le Tigre.

I used to have little dance parties by myself in my room. They made jams that made me want to dance. And their lyrics were very inspiring and made my spine tingle. I’d never heard music like theirs before. And it still flows through my body.

So, in honor of Le Tigre, here is a video of them performing at Rice University back in 2000. (I used to DJ for Rice’s radio station back in the day. One of the best college stations in the country that is sadly no more.)

(PS The clip includes them singing a Julie Ruin song!)

Oh, and I would post the picture of my sister and me posing with Kathleen Hanna, but I look like such a nerd in it! One day I’ll share with you, though…

Here’s my new do:

I’m quite happy with it.

xo
craig

little dead egg

Gordo only drinks running water and only if it's from the bathroom sink.
When there's no water, he sits and waits for it.

gordon at the sink

His breath smells like fish and cat food.
He doesn't like to brush.

toothbrush

Comedy!

I cut my hair on Friday night because I was getting tired of what I saw when I looked in the mirror.

me

I still wasn't satisfied with what I saw when I looked in the mirror.
So, yesterday morning Ben J. shaved the right side of my head.
And then I shaved the left side of his.

chewing my mouth

There's not a whole lot more to discuss here.
This weekend was dead, and I was bummed for the majority of it.
It rained a lot, too. Really windy.

Usually I don't mind sitting outside on a bench on a cold day, eating a frozen treat.
But yesterday was miserable!

I made a nice hat on Friday night using that yarn I shared with you last time.
I might soon be selling my handspun yarn at a new yarn shop in the UK.

Of course I'll keep you updated.

Be good.
And try to have more fun than I do.
x,
c

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one minute

Earlier today I had something better to talk about with you, and I told myself to write it down.
But no, I was like, "No, man, it's really good; you won't forget it."

But I've forgotten it. =(

I'm sorry.

But as I sit here at my desk, looking around, I came up with a small list of my current favorite things:
–dried paint on my hands and under my fingernails
–crossword puzzles (duh)
–hot dogs
–motion sensor lights
–medicine cabinets (I'll probably find a way to go through yours if I use your bathroom. Nah, maybe. Sometimes.)

I've got a medicine cabinet in my living room. It's pretty much the only mirror in the apartment—except for this really small one that is in the bathroom. But it's WAY small. REALLY small.

Here is a photo list of some of the things I've made today:

HELLO MY NAME IS NOTHING

HELLO MY NAME IS NOTHING

messy

BRAVE MEN RUN IN MY FAMILY

I still need to fix the haircut I gave myself the other night. 

I already told Lynsey V. all about it, but I can tell you, too:
So basically I went to the bathroom to shower and I decided that I needed to trim my hair. But I can never just trim my hair—especially when I'm buzzed and speedin'—so I cut a lot (to me, at least) off. I took my shower, came back to my computer, and then got up about 10 minutes later to look in the mirror. And then I freaked the fuck out.

I'd forgotten that I'd cut my hair. And it didn't look good!

I cried aloud, "OH NO! What did I do?!"

But basically I was just being a big fat baby.

I mean, I really do still have to fix my hair. But I acted like I'd accidentally shaved my head or something.

I WAS going to let Ben J. shave some lines in the side of my head. Max even offered to, as well.
One day.

But am I really that kinda guy? The kinda guy who has a unique haircut?
I dress pretty boring, not cool. Why should I get a cool haircut?

These are questions I expect never will be answered.

Anyway—and in other news—I've been thinking that I need to sort of have a reward program for my regular customers. A sort of giving-back or whatever. I have something in mind… I need to work out the kinks.

I'll let you know.
But not on my blog.

I meant, I'll let YOU know, my regular customer. I'll let you know what I'm planning.

Mkay? =)

x

P.S.
I tell people that I've been to Olympia, Washington before.
But I've only ever driven through it.
On my way to Seattle.

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rediscovering the russian avant-garde.

The time I'd given myself a really (REALLY) bad haircut and admitted on film that I think about Pacman more than Hitler:

pacman and hitler

I don't know why I just thought about this.
Like JUST now while I was brushing my teeth.

I recently made a list of my biggest fears:
(These aren't in any particular order.)

1. Becoming horribly disfigured/scarred.
2. Being stuck leading a boring/monotonous life, being aware/conscious of this fact, and not being able to do anything about it.
3. Having my teeth shatter and/or fall out.
4. Living and having to survive in a post-apocalyptic world. (I'm talking about being one of the few survivors after a comet collision or zombie outbreak.)
5.

I forget what #5 is.
I'll report back later about that.

(But maybe there is no #5. Who knows. Just assume there is.)

Desira let me use her sewing machine this afternoon. I forgot how much quicker it is to appliqué something by machine than by hand. Stupid hands.

young teenagers talk sex

OH!
This is what I really wanted to tell you:

Well, I use vintage spools of thread to do my sewing just cuz a large quantity one day fell into my hands. Anyway, as I was trying to put the thread on top of the machine there was some resistance. Then out comes this little piece of plastic from the spool hole-thing.

I take the plastic out from the spool completely and look closer at it to see that it's actually a little plastic baggie (sp?)—a little plastic baggie containing a little amount of vintage coke!

I didn't know how to feel about that mostly because most of the sewing supplies I use used to belong to my (Mormon) great-grandmother. But did this one spool belong to her, too? Or did I obtain it from somewhere else?

Was my great-grandmother a coke head?

Questions, questions…

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SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY

SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!
12.6.07

 

SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY 12.6.07

 

SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY 12.6.07

 

SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY 12.6.07

I gave myself a haircut last night.

It needs a few days… but I'm confident it will look okay.

 

 

I've been having troubles sleeping this past week.

Usually I'd drink a whole bunch of beer, but I'm sorta trying out this thing where I don't drink myself fat before bed.

 

 

(God, I love the "Good Times" theme song.)

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