Giveaway: Albert Reyes’ Elegant, Classic Shit
Ahh, summer! I celebrated the dawning of this most relaxed of seasons by doing something I’ve always wanted to do: I walked across Los Angeles. Joining up with my friend Brandon at 10:00pm on Memorial Day, we made a pact to walk the 15 miles from Silver Lake to the beach without uttering a word. We strayed from Santa Monica Blvd. for only a few fantastic detours: through the incomparably eerie solitude of a 3:00am Century City, all echoes and silence and steam; down alleyways in Beverly Hills where ghost cars and armed security eyed us with incredulity; beneath the shadows of floodlit palm trees in the emptied playgrounds of West Hollywood—nothing but pure magic. By 5:04am, with our legs locking down and blisters burning our feet, we finally reached sand. Five minutes later, the first summer sun rose on the west coast. And it was rad.
Back in real life, we’re busy wrapping up the Albert Reyes: Never Dies the Dream show over at Mastodon Mesa. Since we could only keep the show open for one day, we’re still struggling to repay the stunning costs of purchasing and applying chemicals from a warehouse in Canyon Country for the sole purpose of assuring the fire department that a bunch of wood isn’t going to light on fire.
So, we’re selling a series of glorious fine art (super limited) edition prints on MastodonMesa.com, aptly titled Elegant, Classic Shit. The works in this set of four 18″ x 24″ poster-sized pay homage to the greatest pop culture juggernauts of our day: Elvira, Superman, Woody Allen and Ronald McDonald, and they was printed by the legendary serigraph studio Modern Multiples. It’s $350 for the whole set, which is a pretty crazy bargain considering they could transform an entire wall in your home into a monument to sheer radness.
Albert wants to keep the sets together for the most part, BUT! To help spread the word, I’m giving away a print (of your choice) from Elegant, Classic Shit exclusively on Future Shipwreck! This is how it’s going to work: one winner will be chosen from the comments on this post and one runner up will be given a $75 discount on the purchase of a complete set.
Your prompt is: what do you want to do this summer? No, really– If you could do anything, if your jobs and commitments and car payments weren’t holding you back, what’s the one thing you would do this season? What’s your summertime fantasy? The contest will end on Wednesday, June 9th. And… go!
Over here!
I want to walk along Lake Ontario — from Toronto to Montreal!
To make things and sell them and have them sold in gallery/performance space with a fantastic opening with futuristic cumbia jamz being played from the speakers with a dj set curated by Mas Excitos and 22 oz cans of tecates given out by girls in the posters with all of my friends from all over in the same place. To dance, sing, and howl at the moon all the same time until it screams back in a thick Spanish accent “the future has yet to be written”.
my summertime dream would involve japan, a camera and my best friends.
Build a darkroom in my backyard, a la Reyes, with all the scrapwood laying around the neighborhood. Either that, or hike to the top of every mountain in the Adirondacks:)
I would love to go on a cross country road trip this summer but I don’t own a car or drive and sometimes I get carsick on long car rides. Oh and I have a high aversion to public restrooms. Aside from that, I would make a great road trip buddy because I would make a great mix and provide money for Doritos and gas.
Find a cabin in Tromso, Norway, where the sun never sets in the summer, and spend the entire summer writing. I want to see what combination of sleep deprivation, coffee, and hypomania can produce something inspired.
Dude, you guys are fantastic! Keep ‘em coming and think big :)
I would take all the clocks in my house apart, mix up all the pieces, and put them back together.
I have already fulfilled a fantasy so my new one is to pick from many World Cup Soccer player and do him till my head spins. Wait… did it have to be clean?
Kat, why stop at one World Cup Player? “Two players, One Cup.”
I love the Woody.
If I could do anything this summer, assuming anything can happen, I would become the world famous coma painter. I would paint the most beautiful and inspiring works of art, all while in a coma. I would leave notes, prior to the onset of my comas, requesting the public to relocate me to places of spiritual significants. The beach, the mountains, and the jungle. “leave my coma body here and there so I can take in the world while I paint in my coma.”
This summer, I want to re-create winter in my pants.
This summer I want to just enjoy beign alive, healthy, and not in some part of the world that is full of violence, hunger, poverty, hate and all the other crap that seems to be all over. This summer I want to stay in love and smile everywhere. I want to make complete strangers smile back and I want to tell everyone I see that the world so far is good. This summer I want to shine like the sun!
This summer I would like to organize a dance off between Chicago’s law schools to prove that although my school may not be ranked higher than University of Chicago, we can sure dance better. (The true indicator of legal excellence.) I would like to choreograph an updated version of “Hit me baby one more time,” featuring a classroom of bored law students waiting for a droning professor to stop lecturing. Upon hearing a bell ring, the class will burst into dance, complete with a faux Britney emerging from the group. Instead of doing fun high school activities, we would probably engage in the types of activities associated with our profession (drinking, drugs, ambulance chasing) The routine will eventually end with the scantily clad Britney dancing before the Supreme Court, slutting her way to victory as she gives Justice Scalia a furtive glance.
I am beyond excited to use this dance off to bring a fun extracurricular event to the Chicago legal community. But mainly I am excited to fuck up those nerds at University of Chicago Law with this amazing routine.
I’d travel through space and time in a giant steam-powered dirigible fully-equipped with live music, friends, weed, alcohol, catering, pool and hot tub. We’d travel the universe, exploring any planet of our choosing and befriend the myriad alien life forms we encounter. Upon becoming slightly homesick, we’d bring our new-found alien friends back to planet Earth wherein we would all put our technologically and spiritually advanced minds together to repair the BP Oil Spill, create a new, worldwide ecological energy solution to put all oil companies out of business forever, end all wars and suffering, and repopulate all endangered lifeforms. Finally – ’round early August – we would dock in Tokyo, living out the rest of the summer in neon, jubilant, funtimes.
I would also have sex with Daniel Day Lewis.
I would like to spend the majority of the u.s. government’s money attempting to build a large surfboard, with which three friends and i could cruise all the way to the nearest wormhole in the galaxy. once there, i’d probably drink some brewskies, hop into the tumultuous space time continuum to alter the course of history with my cunning wit and exchange some non-offensive knock knock jokes with extraterrestrial party-goers hovering near a tiny comet. then i’d come back and watch harold and maude with some ice cream.
my summertime fantasy would be to paint my room learn the drums fall in love and buy a cool bicycle to ride around town in. if we’re really talking fantasy i would like to sit down with arnold palmer and drink an arnold palmer with him because he is delicious and seems nice.
this summer i want to form a surf rock band. i’ll play electric guitar on a surfboard on top of a wave and seduce ladies with my reverb and eat mangoes on the beach
i would shoot a feature film with graham kolbeins.
Oh really, Scott? Haha and what type of film would this be?
I want to go on a magical mystery tour with my friends, playing music at all the homo clubs throughout Europe.
I would live in an abandoned hotel on the coast of some ocean and on half the days the sky would be over cast. I would do nothing but read books in my bedroom and explore the hotel that has been half-flooded with sand when I wasn’t swimming in the ocean.
I would like to drink as much, fall into as many beds with nubile youths, uncover as many amazing songs, discuss as many topics with friends & uncover as many truths, as possible. The same thing I do in winter, but wearing less clothes. Hot.
given a summer with no responsibility and no financial strain would result in alternating shifts between my man and me driving a winnebago into mexico with our dog, daisyfuentes, curled up on the fold up bed/couch. it would have to be an old winnebago though, because they don’t make oranges and browns like they used to in the 70s. we’d pass the time shooting roll upon roll of 35mm film on my AE-1 and filling up those black composition books with anecdotes and doodles documenting the trip in all 64 colors from those crayola boxes we had in grade school. we’d eventually run out of road at some beach on the pacific coast and spend a week making arepas from scratch and dreaming on a blanket we’d buy from someone’s father we passed on the road about 200 miles back.
What I would love to do this summer is have 4 whole days to myself to relax on a beach somewhere with pen and paper, dreaming of wild and exotic things that will never happen!
With nine minutes left to enter this contest I’ll tell you what I’d like to do this summer:
Go to Iceland. The country has been receiving a lot of media coverage with the recent eruption of Eyjafjallajökull, but my love affair with the country goes back to one fateful night where I took a bit more LSD than I’d planned to at a Sigur Rós concert. Ever since then I’ve had an intense obsession with the country’s absolutely alien landscapes and unique culture that only gets reinforced with the more I learn. If I found a woman that I loved as much as that country, I’d marry her in a heartbeat.
Iceland + photography.