A shot from a Yankee/Angles game I went to recently…to watch our friend CJ Wilson pitch…the Angels lost that game but CJ did strike out Derek Jeter a couple times which was cool…Toby and I went wearing CJ Wilson #33 PmAngels shirts and Yankee Hats…people were a bit confused…it was fun.
Brixton come out of my hometown of Oceanside,California. Originally just hats I think, but now they went on to make some other great clothes and accessories. Knowing the guys involved makes me extra proud of them and how far they have come, they are stand up guys with class. I wish them continuous growth and success with Brixton and whatever other endeavors they involve themselves with. Here is a little video of their 2012 fall collection that I found on Hypebeast. (There is a few shots of my favorite surf spot growing up, south side Oceanside pier)
All the best to Dave and Pete and the rest of the good people at Brixton,
I will morn my homies till I join my homies. Sid was one of my best friends, I met him a bit later in life. He was Dave Gibson’s only official apprentice at the original Lucky’s Tattoo Parlor in the late 90′s. Him and I we’re coming up together in tattooing and planned on working together for the rest of our lives. Sid was a hard charger in life. everything he did he did to the max, and he never backed down. His imposing size and style belied his huge heart and warm temperament. Everyone liked him, and, from the first lines he laid down, he was know for strong and consistent work. That, and his caring ways and exuberant sense of humor made him an invaluable addition to the shop and our lives. Sid was buried in Rosarita Beach, Baja, California. He is survived by his parents, step-parents, brother and sisters and scores of friends. Rest in peace my friend, Nos Vemos.
I was with Sid the night before he died, him and I got into a street fight with 5 marines in downtown San Diego after we watched one of them hit a girl. We left the fight on our feet with swollen knuckles and a even tighter friendship. I will forever miss him and his presence in my life. Its been over 10 years now.
Another dear friend “Cookie” pictured in the red shirt with Sid died a couple years later, a untimely death also, and a very dear friend whom also worked at the original Lucky’s Tattoo Parlor with us. I used to go to my indoor swap meet in Oceanside and make these RIP shirts with iron on old english letters, now I put them on my Lucky’s shop shirts. Another way for their memory to live on. The message here is hold on to your loved ones and let them know you love them, you never know when they could go. Fuck pride, bullshit and ego, love your people.
You Better RSVP ASAP or be left OUT. My friend Toby (h20) puts on a amazing show every time, such good, music, energy, and positivity. Don’t miss the chance to see this show tonight in Brooklyn, its free ! But rumor has it, It is going to be more then a full house. Good luck getting in. RSVP here > Vans House parties
Are the blind leading the blind in tattooing these days? This is a question that has been a major topic of discussion between my peers lately. With tattooing becoming as popular as it is these days every person that knows how to doodle wants to become a tattooer. I can only complain about it so much before I start feeling sad and a bit responsible as a result of partaking in crappy reality TV. When I first watched a tattoo being made it felt like I was in something out of a J.R.R. Tolkien book, it felt totally magical and mysterious, and in some ways it really was. Myke Chambers described it best when he said “This local tattooer was like a wizard to me”. Tattooers would perform the most amazing magic act, and they’d be damned if they would teach you how their trick was done. Now days you can go to a ‘school’ for tattooing and pay money in trade for second-rate so-called knowledge on how to tattoo. It’s a terrible shame, those who know little or nothing about our trade trying to teach the undeserved how to tattoo… for money. (more…)
“As time goes by, an eye for an eye. We in this together son your beef is mines. So long as the sun shines to light up the sky. We in this together son your beef is mine”
Just a normal night in the LES, New York City. Invisible GP Crew.