Last week we escaped the 24/7 BedStuy heat by taking a day trip to Coney Island. We’ve still got two Polar Bear tickets burning a hole in our board shorts but we’ve opted to save Beyoncé in hyper drive for a later date. Instead we’re headed to the Jersey Shore to see what kind of freak shows she has in store on her boardwalks. Mural by SSUR.

Until July 3 Susan Meiselas shows Pandora’s Box at Wapping Project Bankside

65a Hopton Street London SE1 9LR

On the second day I woke up late, slightly jetlagged (like I usually woke up earlier). Catch up with Gary, get to the restaurant of the standard hotel, exchange a few text messages with Estevan Oriol, wait for him to arrive to order our lunch. Estevan arrives, gives me a copy of his stunning “LA women” book, we exchange friendly introductory words on business, life, Hip Hop, Art and fashion while having our hamburgers. Then Estevan offers to take us on a trip to his shop “Last Laugh”. We accept, get to a pick up of a size probably violates any european limitation, drive through downtown as we discover Estevan’s taste for british urban music. Last Laugh is an impressively tastefully set up local where Mr Cartoon sells a selection of classic LA urban items such as pendelton shirts and customized baby buggies. A second room is dedicated to Estevan’s “Joker” brand and a backroom hosts a tattoo studio. We are introduced to Estevan’s exquisitely serviceable assistant Flaco and Estevan offers to take us to the infamous S.A. studio. Like degenerated Alices, Gary and myself fall through a delirious rabbit hole as Estevan drives through LA’s very own Skid Row, zigzagging among crackheads while Jamma’s sub-basses tickle our sinuses. As we park in front of the SA studios, I start to realize what SA studios are. Estevan and Mr cartoon’s office, but I am still very far from imagining what is coming next. As we enter, and roam the ground floor, Estevan introduces us to his own and Mr Cartoon’s collection of low riders. If anyone had asked me before that day if I had already seen a real Low Rider, I would have certainly negligently given the answer “yes”, but the truth would have been “no”. What the two european kids discovered there would probably a Dan Graham’s delirium tremens, but it most certainly was for the a dozen years of hip hop- and americano-mania’s (read: “obsession”) once-in-a-lifetime pinnacle. Then i notice that I didn’t take my newly acquired Mark II and that my old G10 is about to run out of battery. Shit

I must stop writing now, it is 100degrees Fahrenheit in NY, my computer is burning. The journey goes on, more soon.

“In the night of Brahma, nature is inert, and cannot dance till Shiva wills it: He rises from his rapture, and dancing sends through inert matter pulsing waves of awakening sound, and matter also dances appearing as a glory round about him. Dancing, he sustains its manifold phenomena. In the fulness of time, still dancing, he destroys all forms and names by fire and gives new rest. This is poetry; but none the less, science.”

Coomaraswamy, Ananda, “The Dance of Shiva; fourteen Indian Essays”, 1970, Munshiram Manoharlal Publishers, New Dehli.

Hot Live Men! Enfant terrible and future SB contributor Jack Ferver hosts a sexy and subversive all-star, all-male line up of the darlings and/or degenerates of New York City’s downtown performance scene. Dance or performance art, queer or curious- don’t judge it- just lay back, relax, get comfortable and then get uncomfortable. In a good way.

Performances by: Jack Ferver; Lee Kyle; Ryan Lawrence & guest; Ryan McNamara; Jason Akira Somma; and Joshua Weidenmiller and Company.

Tickets: $10 ($5 members) may be purchased at DNA (280 Broadway) or by visiting www.dnadance.org.

Above: J.Ferver

The New York 70′s and 80′s artworld’s celebrated form of artistic expression is enjoying a recent excelerated boom. Some of our favorite artists and art collectives have been segueing into the practice and some of these young artists are, in turn, rediscovering great living legends. The old and the new, some favorites of Sang Bleu.

Desi Santiago aka Desi Monster, as he is known to his club kid OGs, mixes sculpture and live performance. He has recently shown a series of inflatables and aspirational accessories at ENVOY gallery. Desi, already a legend and shaman amongst New York’s edge, now eases a broader art audience into his signature weirdness using precision geometry to successfully combine awkward and black humor leaving the audience feeling dark inside yet simultaneously warm and fuzzy.

An exert from Desi Santiago’s charming PS1 performence…

Desi Santiago from Rija Munfar on Vimeo.

On Dia de las Madres day we blew into Tara De Long’s nest at Morricone Gallery. Never mind the cheesecake, the real desert following the Gavin Brown lunch was served up by the infamous TJ Free. The greatest living female MC hatched in a room full of white and grey roses to treat her audience to “Rupture and Repair” followed by an acoustic rendition of “Living Among”. Breathing freshness into the over incorporated apathy that is today’s hip hop, Ms. DeLong Dzubilo proves once again that there is life in the afterbirth. Visit Tara’s video installation of the classic “Business” at the Queens Museum of Art until July. The video streams across the museum gift shop (which happens to be pawning limited edition Mended Veil gigantic and miniature penny medallions), on the big “MONY” screen, as a part of Larissa Harris’s premier curation as director of the QMA, “The Curse of Bigness”.

Egg On Yo Face…

Tara De Long from Rija Munfar on Vimeo.

The last time I had a face to face with Kembra Pfahler she decided to cut the breasts out of the clothes because there was no Rick Owens for her to wear on our set. Kembra’s severely tanned hand clutched a gigantic scissor as she enthusiastically exclaimed, “Alright Ladies, Let’s See Some Tits!”. A tough love lesson in styling this editor will not soon forget. Monday, Kembra exhibited some serious wild style on opening night of Vaginal Cream Davis’ “Speaking From the Diaphram” where, coincidentally, Rick was also a guest.

Some girls will do anything to get on TV…

Kembra Pfahler from Rija Munfar on Vimeo.

Be sure to come show the family some love when Scarlett Rouge appears on Vag’s “Speaking From the Diaphram” on May 27th at PS122 in NYC’s East Village.

Tara Joe DeLong’s egg on display for all the world to see. New York Gallery week.