Stills, No. 0010.

Platinum Pied Pipers, New York, 2004
Photography by Jati Lindsay
© Jati Lindsay

Thanks to Leicas.

Stills, No. 0009.

Jack Davey & Filth, New York, 2006
Photography by Human
© Human Photography

Thanks to birthdays.

Stills, No. 0008.

Mike Baker The Bike Maker, San Francisco, 2006
Photography by Filth
© Black Soap Palace

Thanks to Milk.

Stills, No. 0007.

Swanky Fiesta, San Francisco, 2006
Photography by Clayton Hauck
© EveryoneIsFamous.com

Thanks to $500 a plate parties.

Stills, No. 0006.

Donwill of Tanya Morgan, Detroit, 2006
Photography by Ken Williams
© MGCPLX

Thanks to Talk Boy Recordings, Dawg.

Stills, No. 0005.

P.S., Brooklyn, 2005
Photography by Filth
© Black Soap Palace

Thanks to 40s and cigs.

Stills, No. 0004.

JB & Elmo Boogie, Los Angeles, 2006
Photography by CobraSnake
© CobraSnake

Thanks to HIPSTERS.

Stills, No. 0003.

Breakfast Beetle, Florida, 2003
Photography by Meczilla
© Stope Method

Thanks to Mec's tour experience.

Stills, No. 0002.

Jack Davey, New York City, 2005
Photography by Jason Wallace
© URB Magazine

Thank you to my sticky fingers at the photoshoot.

Stills, No. 0001.

Checker Pool, Pittsburgh, 1949
Photography by Charles "Teenie" Harris
© Pittsburgh Courier Photographic Archives

Thank you to Ms. Bella for sending me this.

the tipping point v.2.4.2.3

"the phrase tipping point, or angle of repose, is a sociological term that refers to that dramatic moment when something unique becomes common*."

everything about this seems to have been set up.
like it's all following a script.
it's all so weird.
but i can't complain.


love,
filthy.


*saying it's common is not a bad thing, it's just become a part of everyday life. a wonderful part of everyday life. at the end of the day it's not taken for granted and that's all that matters.

pride.

tonight i had my card pulled.
i take that pride shit way too far.
i mean yeah i want to make something of myself on my own sweat but accepting a helping hand is not a bad thing.
thank you, bella, for not lettin' me pull my typical bullshit.


love,
filthy.

my name is simon, and i like to do drAAAAwings.

these are OLD. about 10 years old. give or take a year or so. but after coming across these when i was painting and cleaning the house and after seeing donweezy's munni (thats plural. not really. but yeah, really.) its really made me want to add a few extra hours to my day so that i can draw, paint, build, whatever. i gotta make the time cause the bug is iiiiiiiiitching.

i just died ..

.. DIED laughing.

Sunday Morning Cuddling.

There is a 30 minute cuddle rule on sunday mornings.
Cause its the sabbath.
Jesus said so.


Love,
Filth.

eleventeen random thoughts.

won. new hustle?
too. everyone is a sanger or a rapper!
tree. this weather has gotten out of hand. 67º in november?? ridiculous. that being said, fuck a global warming, keep it coming!
foe. i hate tyrese gibson and i don't understand why he is still breathing.
phife. hearing a verse or song and knowing who that song/verse is about is weird. knowing that you're a part of the story is even weirder.
sex. god no.
seh'm. whoops apocalypse .. ridiculous.
ate. i want steak. bad. preferably from that spot that brook, bri and me ate at in spain.
nova. mia's baby walks it out.
tin. this sidekick2 is starting to fail on me. i need a new phone sooner than later.
eleventeen. you owe me breakfast .. brunch .. dinner .. a museum visit .. and a few more things that i can't remember right now. but you ain't payin'.

Sa Ra Creative Partners.

The "hype" has died down and about a week ago I started listening again. And while I still think that the initial craze was overblow because, no, they are not the second coming of parliament funkadelic. BUT they are pretty fuckin' dope. Just listen to this* and you'll see. AND if you don't agree, then go die.


Love,
Filthy.


*I'm sure some of y'all have heard this, so this isn't for you guys.

paisley park studios.

i want to live there.

yes i do.

If I were an emcee/sanger, part I

If I were an emcee I'd rhyme over THIS on my mixtape. But that's probably why I wouldn't be good at emceein'/sangin'.

Love,
Filthy.

ps- i know a few of you emcee's visit this place *cough* donwill *cough* von pea *cough* che *cough* mike baker *cough* trackademicks *cough* so i dare y'all to spit over this. don't be afraid. be men. punk asses.

This entry is dedicated to ..

Saturday nights.
And Sunday mornings.
And the pains of being grown.
And the pains of soreness.
And the pains of bad backs.
And asian cinema.
And Chow's wardrobe.
And sexy, stylish, womens attire.
And a return from a long/short excursion.
And the demise of toughies.
And to walking away before the gate is locked.
To what never was but will always be.

And if you don't get it, then shut up.
And by shut up I mean I love you.

Love,
Filthy.