The Nighowlcoholic continues blogging his trip to Rome with Jeremy Fish to help install Fish's show @Undercool.
part 2 yo. i didn't see many roman numerals in rome so you get the english kind... or where ever the fuck ours come from.
fish decided to do some drawings based on some of the valuable ass everyday jobs that keep rome going and had this here geeze bag, mirai, shoot a series of portraits that went along with them.
first one was the butcher.
i'm not sure exactly what dewd is doing to this chicken but i can tell he's winning. you can hear the bones breakin.
dewd and the owner of the butcher shop. he gave us two bad ass steaks and when we asked him what to put on them he said 'nothing, you don't put anything on them'. dewd was right, dem shits were mad tasty.
mirais butcher photo.
we did a pizzaria next. the spot was named ciccia bomba, which translates into fat bomb.
mirai and emiliano sizing up the shoot. the pizzaria got busy as fuck as soon as we got there which kinda ruined the whole deal and i barely got any photos. i think mirai was only able to get 2 shots before we had to run for the hills. bummer.
mirais pik.
emiliano standing in at the caffe shoot.
this sign was in the bathroom. the translation is fairly obvious: 'please pop lock your way out of the bathroom after you take a dump'.
fish and the owner.
mirais caffe photo.
the wine bar where emiliano works.
we shipped in our own specialty wine.
stealing other peoples flash is cool.
some artist painted all the tiles on the ceiling. if you look closely at this one, the dewd painted a couple o' people fuckin under the arch. sweet.
mirais photo. this ones my favorite. enough photo shoots for one night. how to not be gay in three easy steps:
1
2
3, not gay.
our friends invited us to a club. unfortunately, eurotech is quite possibly my least favorite music in the world and they were pumping that shit loud as fuck. ow. i couldn't stay long at all, parts of my soul were starting to hurt.
hey fuck job! thanks for waking us up bright and early by rebuilding the apartment right outside our door. if you didn't take four hour naps everyday you would wake up at a normal hour. cock staff.
our local internet point.
came across a parade of sorts. not sure what it was about but everyone was dressed really cool and it was made up mostly of geezers (the american definition.. which means old).
you would think 'restauro legno' means restaurant for people with no legs but that's not the case. this is actually a private club for gnomes. 'legno' is an old derogatory term originally used to belittle gnomes but they took that shit back from the man. fuck yeah, you damn gnomes!
a friend had this pope photo in his car. when i picked it up and looked at it he said "he is angry, he is obviously gay but hates gays publicly, he is a nazi". i forgot to ask why he was rockin the pik if he felt this way. i get the creeps just looking at it... and a weird tingley spot in my nethers. more photo shoots.
emiliano showing me how to work the street fountain things. they're everywhere there and they're always running. on a semi-related note, i just remember the first time i plugged a hole that made stuff squirt into the air. i believe it was 1991.
cab driver shoot.
emiliano's always carrying around his holga. have you checked out his interweb site yet?
camera wars are fun.
nap time.
fish and cab driver dewd. he's a friend of emilianos that used to be mad punk rock. i can still see it.
mirais photo.
barber shop time.
i had to get my hair cut cause i was in the photo so i got a before shot.
snappo! and a shave. i had to keep my gaytee for a hesher related mustache contest at thee parkside. i didn't get a chance to enter.
after. not quite what i was expecting. i originally told dewd to do what ever he wants, but he wasn't having it. unlike most barber shops in the states (not all) he takes pride in his work and wanted to know how i wanted it to look. after trying to translate a bunch of picky shit, i roughly said in italian, 'i want chicks to dig it'. i'm guessing i used the masculine version of chicks on accident. if that's the case, it's perfect.
it's definetely better than this one that i got in thailand. remember that shit?
and it's six fuckloads better than the one i just got here in the tenderloin.
dewd and dewd.
mirais photo. yet another nice one... and the last of them. some randomness..
i ate an entire rabbit.
got gay again.
then got completely gay when i became obssessed with this chocolate fountain. fuck it's over.. guess i'm taking on all comers at this point.
watch it in action.
also taking all comers.
aight den... yes there's more coming. later for you.
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