Need this poster in my bedroom. (via finestrasulcortile)

9:52 am  •  3 October 2011

(via wrongsideoftheart)

9:50 am  •  3 October 2011

Kind of like Dawn of the Dead
with better music,
hotpants and motorcycles.

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9:50 am  •  3 October 2011

This gives new meaning to Kiss Me Thru the Phone.

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9:55 pm  •  28 September 2011

Hello friends! It’s Friday! (Friday…) and let’s be honest, we don’t wanna work today. So why don’t you take an internet stroll over to my new side project Photoshop Challenge? My friend Alex and I created Photoshop Challenge as a site where creatives could test their cut and paste skills and take a silly break from the daily grind. We give you a concept, you make something awesome or ridiculous. And today’s challenge is one of my favorites so far. Please check it out, spread the word, and minimize that window so that your lurker of a boss doesn’t catch you. See more at Photoshopchallenge.com. Be back asap with more I Love Hot Dogs updates!

xx,

I Love Hot Dogs

7:00 am  •  23 September 2011

Truth be told, I’ve been growing pretty restless over new movies. It’s hard to get turned on by yet another reboot or remake (Straw Dogs, really?). Or the endless supply of loud brassy action or slicing and dicing now shot in 3-D. Then came Drive, one of the strangest and most exciting movies that I’ve seen in a very long time. Drive’s strength lies in the fact that that it so different that most canned films made today. My friend described it perfectly as “new and true” because “They just don’t make movies like this right now!”. Lately Hollywood seems void of new ideas, a recycling plant for known money makers and empty celebrity driven features that will just break even.

Drive is a risk: a slow starter who’s second act comes like a swift punch in the gut, leaving you reeling and as confused as ever. The action and violence that’s alluded to in it’s trailer and posters that warn “There are no clean getaways” are only a preview of what’s to come. I should have known when the beat dropped for Kavinsky’s Nightcall that this was gonna be something different. But it’s better that I keep the details to a minimum and you’ll be thankful for my vagueness later. Drive isn’t perfect, mainly for the fact that when the movie does kick into gear it feels as if you’ve returned from a bathroom break and entered a different theater. But it somehow works thanks to its protagonist simply called Driver, played by Ryan Gosling. Ladies stop fanning yourself and guys hold the hater-aid, the guy is a star and can carry a film. Gosling is really good. So get over it. Drive is rounded out by beautiful cinematography, bold costume choices and strong performances by Bryan Cranston, Ron Perlman, and Carey Mulligan. I can’t remember the last time I left a theater this excited. I would have done a cartwheel in Union Square if only I knew how.

11:40 am  •  21 September 2011

Woodcut poster for A Blonde in Love by Peter Strausfeld.

10:53 pm  •  19 September 2011

I love Crispin’s leather biker jacket and gloves up against this wholesome little kitchen. Look at the color of that telephone and those ruffled curtains.

1:45 pm  •  15 September 2011

Alex Delany is one of the funniest people I have ever met. Mainly because of his dry delivery and matter-of-fact story telling style, dropping gems on me at a moment’s notice: “I once rode my bike to New Jersey to get a free route canal from my friend’s uncle. Yup. I was pretty broke”. He’s also got the best outlook on things in general: a perfect balance of laissez-faire aloofness and unflinching determination. And then there is Delany’s wardrobe. He’s the only guy I know that can successfully rock 3X sized Chinatown t-shirts, basketball shorts without a court in site, and most recently, a denim baseball cap embroidered with the American flag. #swag. Delany is one of my besties and he’s also my partner in an awesome new website we’re cooking up (deets soon!). And in case you were wondering his spirit animal is a koala bear. Here in no particular order is Alex’s The Perfect Ten.

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11:04 am  •  14 September 2011

Streets of Fire is The Warriors’ cheesier and more musically inclined sibling. Made five years after Hill directed the beloved gang epic it’s a genre mash-up: part musical, part modern western, and self professed “Rock & Roll Fable”. Its script is a messy stew of shootouts, car explosions (my fav!), dramedy, and extraneous musical interludes. I watched Streets of Fire for Diane Lane but stayed for the music: Wagnerian rock à la Meat Loaf and schmaltz courtesy of Dan Hartman. Lane plays Ellen Aim, the lead singer of a popular band that is kidnapped during a show. On a side-note, the band’s uber 80s concert footage made me long for the days when MTV played more than Ronnie and Sammi: Love Italian Style. Any-who! Her abductor is a heavy named Raven, played by a rubber lederhosen wearing Flock of Seagulls coiffed Willem Dafoe. A bat signal in the form of a typed letter is put out to summon Aim’s ex, a tough guy in a trench named Tom (Michael Paré, me-ow.). He returns rifle in hand, teeth gritted, and one liners a plenty. Ridiculosness ensues. Is it perfect? No. But you can’t fault Hill for trying to do something different and these songs will be stuck in your head for days.

12:28 am  •  12 September 2011