Wednesday, March 28, 2012

back at it...still bad with the luxmatic.

As of lately...
spotted along a local hike...AKA Vinntage's new back yard!

Love 2 F#$%..

A failure of a day didn't get to use the AK...Not to mention they were all sold out of fleas! the sign was cool the goods inside were not related to good!

This showed up via text one night from my friend Mat Derago, he was at a friends house in NYC!

He also sent me this it's such a cool pic on so many levels, him fishing in Bucks county! I may need to cast a few lines with him this summer!

883 K-model sportster waiting to go to a good home at a friends garage.

Roller with no the Oneida Teepee.

Lettering North Philly...

"Your bike smells like WW2" the best comment I've ever been told about my mot cycle. R. Jones

Tuesday, March 27, 2012


The apple doesn't fall far from the tree or so they say.. While looking back at my inherited or learned behavioral patterns, it is very clear as to where my collector passions were planted, bloomed and had light shined upon. Last week while visiting my mom I decided to take a few pics of her "Bear" room. She has an entire room just themed with bears, all styles, brands, shapes, sizes, and materials. She has always collected as far back as I can remember, we always had a printers box hanging in our house filled with all types of miniatures, and rare antique pieces that she had picked up either trash picking, thrift shopping, flea marketing, or from friends. As a young one I was sort of embarrassed by the trash picking, and thrift shopping, and couldn't understand why we just didn't go buy new things like normal people. Well, lets just say that at 34 years old I am the opposite of embarrassed of my mom, and her nostalgic, and thrifty ways. In fact I have trash picked, thrifted, and collected my way right past her. (She doesn't have an ebay account, and I do!!!!) This Bear room means so much to me, and who I am in so many ways, I mean who doesn't like teddy bears I've seen the hardest of thugs in polo teddy bear sweaters, they are the epitome of being lovable and huggable, just like my mom, and her creative and fun spirit in having them displayed, and dedicating an entire room to just teddies, and even more important having worked hard at owning her own home were she could have a room just filled with bears, at one point in our life we just lived in a single room, and its been a long hard road to get to were she is today and that is the biggest inspiration in me finding my way in life. I just wanted to post a personal story to take a break from the fashion,fitti,tattoo,moto, humor madness to encourage others to embrace things in their life that may not seem like they are cool or even embarrasing at the time, cause one day looking back it may make you smile. I smile every time I think about how much I am like my mom...
MommaBairmax is here too.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

The week shall inherit the end...

Life is like a road with many signs...."B. Marley"

Monday, March 19, 2012

full mental jacket...

In the confines of war there is not much room for self expression nor is there a forum on to which one can demonstrate inner feelings, that doesn't mean that those feelings didn't exist there just wasn't time or place to self express when trying to play the old game of kill or be killed. Little scrawlings, doodles, patches, stickers or whatever else you could think of were sported on the M-1 Helmet a.ka. the "steel pot" of a US soldier. During WW2 airplane nose art was the creative avenue of expression that will be remembered, but in the Vietnam war it was the camouflage covered helmets and what was on them that will be remembered by those that were there, and those that want to understand the fear and mental state when at war. There are 2 very iconic images that I believe attribute my interest in this little niche of american history, the earliest memory was growing up and watching full metal jacket over and over with my uncles, I can practically recite the whole movie backwards, and those that know me personally know that is a feat in itself. The 2nd memory would be The Smiths Meat is murder album cover in which they switched the words to read "MEAT IS MURDER" I felt that it was a way strong image and it looked like it belonged there and paralleled the atrocities of war to the vegetarian outlook that Morrissey was trying to imply about killing animals. To me these are almost like little stories told through minimal words and images that tell a story of a person in in a place not so comfortable.

Make Peace not war!