Give Us Money We Are Pretty
Sorry it’s been so long… not that you care cause you would have written me a complaint or something by now, but nobody is even reading this right now so it doesn’t matter! I can say whatever I want! Poop face! Turd bucket! Actually, this is a perfect opportunity for me to use the “Creative Cursing” book my mom got me for my birthday, you twat slammer! Fetus packer! Ok sorry if I offended you, nobody.
Anyway, I’m writing cause I wanted to explain a bit about this thing called GUMWAP that I’ve been a part of for the past couple of months. I found it on craigslist… and this was one of the projects that ended up working out quite well—unlike the nasty kraken man dilemma from earlier. GUMWAP stands for Give Us Money We Are Pretty, and it is a magazine/blog about fashion. Desire (who runs the whole project) blogs about clothes and style and flare while throwing in terms like “face money” and “powa powa.” The blog is updated a lot more frequently than this one, and the zine is scheduled for release in May (more about that later.) Check out GUMWAP here. It’s super cool.
The pic above was one of the flyers (minus the text) that I created for a GUMWAP party. I shot all the people individually and then grouped them together in photoshop. Styling by Desire and makeup by his friend Brittany. More about all that on my flickr page and some more photos for GUMWAP up there too. Peace.


If it will make a difference,I will be sure to complain more often about the pitifully embarrassing frequency at which you post new blog entries.
I know… it’s pitifully embarrassing. fuck.
This is an official complaint:
It has been 6 days since your last post. I’m getting very very old and cranky waiting here…
Just want to say what a great blog you got here!
I’ve been around for quite a lot of time, but finally decided to show my appreciation of your work!
Thumbs up, and keep it going!
Cheers
Christian,
Ok… even just updating your blog once a month would be a huge improvement. I would understand if you were homeless, but you’re not. Commit, or don’t… but please don’t leave me (us) hanging.