coffee and cigarettes (the movie and the addictive substances themselves....mmmm yummy nicotine) ripped jeans, bad music, trucker hats, and an overall apathy toward slightly less (more) important people.
I seem to be meeting more and more of these wallstreet types who read about me in the latest issue of Time Out New York. I'm fine with that as long as they dont bring that starbuck's with them. There's already plenty of places to get ripped off on a cup of coffee round my parts. I'm also down with these hipster types; provided, of course, that their dirty dressed down vintage "hipsterwear" is really just irony and they are in fact living off of daddy's oversized trust fund.
the strokes, the bravery, thursday, shitty retro bands...pretty much anything with 'the' in front of it.
Matthew Barney's Cremaster was cool...but his new work sux. now i just go annually to the Tribeca film festival and watch movies that I've never heard of (and neither will you).Then again, I did just see Mision Impossible 3.
Burning Angel television
the rolling stone, wallpaper magazine, the menu at the verb, and of course to show my liberal sense of humor, 'the onion' is always on my coffee table
Keith Richards. I mean seriously, the fact that one man can do so many drugs and still not be dead is beyond me. The dude is 60 plus and fell out of a coconut tree......heroine is a hell of a drug.