Too Much and Not Enough

Way too much work

Not enough money

Need an apt

roommates or a studio

studio

no, roommates

studio

FINISH "YOUR WORK"

Too many drinks and dames

NYC

Colombian Power "Invoke The Power"

Client: Colombian Power

             "Invoke The Power"

Advertising Agency: Assembly

                                     letsassemble.com

Producer: Matthew Arrow

Director/Producer: Casey R Anderson

Director of Photography: Dan Kanes

Sound Design: Chris Soul

Hair and Makeup: Haley Bell

Hero- Randy Lebeau

Villain- John Senese

La Bomba "Land Yachting" The Herman Growler Special lil clip

6x6 scans from Paris

I scanned some negs from my med format camera.

"Land Yachting" 4.26.9

"Bleeding" 10.23.8 3:35a

I woke up today with blood in my hands. A 4" circle of fresh blood on my pillow. I wake up at 9:30a to this mess. My hands red with me blood. I check my nose for blood, as a child I would get nose bleeds at the change of the season. Nose was fine. I had tubes put in my ears when I was born. I checked my ears for blood. Nothing. It was my gums. I went hushly to the bathroom, not sure of what was going on. There was blood on my hands, my face, my pillow and dried up on my tounge. I'm seeing a dentist at Nyu Dental on Friday at 10:30a. My party on Thurzday dose not end till 4:30 am. I don't know what the answer is but I'm not brushing my teeth tonight. 

"Home" 11.1.8 6:46am

My first Halloween in New York was great. I met up with Wes, my brother, in Time Squar to look at Musumes and such. We have lunch and Mojitos at Havana. Talk about cameras. Then we started talking about "our number" as in how many girls we've slept with. He guessed 30 for him self, me 20. We wrote the girls names down. It's amazing how easy it is to forget a one night stand. Then I went into my phone book and found 10 more. Our mom called when were going over our numbers. I told her I was at 30 wes at 26? We then walked to the Moma for the free Fridays after 4p. We looked at some great art that inspired me to fouces more on my first show and less about the club. We leave up town on the E train to catch the L train towards Brooklyn. It's at Friday night in New York City on Halloween! I get in the train first, Wes can't fit in with the massive costume party on the train. I take it and we say will meet or talk later. At 14 St to transfer to the L. The train as to wait 8 mins to depart. Wes's train let out at 14 right behind my train he missed so we could now take the L together. I was going to work off 1st ave, he to Brooklyn. The Subway in NYC on Halloween is like nothing else. Kids in 8' wale costumes. I saved Tinker Bells wings from being crushed in the closing doors. And countless otheres. Got to the club to help the promoters of the night get the party set up. I run the door on Fridays but this was in the contract that they get the door covers. The night went ok, I felt like I could have had the night off because I've set the place up to run like a factory. Close up knowing I don't want to put all of my time into somthing that is not that importent f enuff for me to give up my time I could be working on; my work, show and mostly compare my life from the passed 3 months I've lived here to see what I've done and want to keep or change. I took a cab home from the club, had him play my tunes on 93.9. So much trafic on 6th St because of all of the folk going back to NJ. The cab stop at my streets, I thought of a funny think to say like, New Yorkers should get a price break on the fair because of all of people in New York from out of star or country. As I was going to say the joke as I was paying him a black guy opened the door on the other side of me very fast. I was startled. I hallered, Yo! He said, sorry. I said firmly, give me a fucking second. He was more than likely was from out of state. But I always feel so safe in my neighour hood. So it felt right to react the way I dits. At home now into my soft clothes and plan for my next three months to get my art out there. I'm run down Too many jobs and ideas to start Need time away Can't wait to get on track Feel great I want better helth Long term 

This is when I lived in Tribeca.

And with all of these old post, I know the spelling a gramer is off. Way off but I like to keep things unedited.

Aerial East

Mixed live footage and sound.

Taxi Cab Stories 9.11.8

Rode my skateboard to work tonight because I wantend to take a night off on the bike because I crashed pretty hard last night. I was cut off by two cabs turning left. The first one I smacked with my hand to let him know he cut me of. The second was a lot closer to running me over. So I picked up my board and slamed it on the cab. The driver went irate. He tried to run me over. I had to run to the side walk to feel some what safe. We did a cat and mouse for about 35 yards. He drove off up the block on 2nd. He parked his cab on Saint Marks and 2nd. I watched him get out of his cab as he went to the trunk of his ride. I got up close to him. He pulled out a one foot wooden brush. He held it like a weapen to hurt me. We yeld some more. "you hit my cab!" me "you tried to run me over" this went on for a min. With his broom in hand he reared back and hurled his broom at my head. I held up my board to block it from hitting my face. The broom breaks as it is shieled by the board. My heart is racing. I cut across Saint Marks on a green light. 50 yards down I hear a car speeding at me. I jump off my bord and hide be hind some parked cars. I'm not a fighter. He mugs me down as he drives off very slow. I have to keep my disstants from him to see where he is going to go. He stops at the light to wait for me. At this point I'm so shook up I call 311 (non emergancy police) I tell them my wows and conect me to 911. I walk as I talk. He turned right on Ave A and stops because other cabs honked at him to make a move I was looking over my shoulder while I was on the phone with 911. Told them what happend, still in a craz after all of this. I turn left, he's to the right. I see him pull out and make a move. I made it to the club with out a scrach. But I'm now scared from cabs for life. Note to self and others. DON'T EVER FUCK WITH NEW YORK CAB DRIVERS!! 

TACOS!!! I've found them!!!

Tacos! I've found them! 
Tacos El Idolo on W.14th at 8th ave N.W. Side at the ACE 14th street station ACE L
Very close in taste to Taco Zone in LA. 
Carnitas tacos were amazing. 

Strange daze make strange characters

"The Alabama Story"

By CRA

Quarters

This how the end of Easter was spent.  

Easter Day at The Races 4.12.9

This time at The Races it fell on Easter Sunday. We had many new racers and a new Champ! Randy won it this weekend.

Newbie Geo 30.8
Will and Matt
NEW CHAMP Randy!!!
23.0!!! new record
The Crown has passed

Matt 23.8

Lost it bud.
Newbie Kate 40.6

Need a cigg?

The Race Up, First Heat

The Climb
Casey 24.5
Cagoas 24.3
Matt 23.1
Randy 24.4
I moved into Matt Arrows apt in Lolita.  It's seven floor walk up.  Couple of weeks ago I timed my self running up the seven flights.  I got 33.3 seconds.  With a bag, just smoked, and tight pants.  I told Matt over the phone to race up as well.  He's the champ he's lived in apt for two years.  His first run he got 24.3 seconds. Today was the first official day race up.  Saloman Anaya was timed on Sunday the 5th of April.  He got 28.4 seconds.  We all were on the same page as far as what is the best way to get up to the top.  Everyone who has race up unofficially gave notes and added different elements over the races up.  I'm most interested in the evolution and development of the race up.  From the first run up to the latest race. 

Sex, Fucking, And Making Love

I heard this in the film Kids by Larry Clark. (this is not word for word by any means)

There is three types of sex.

Sex is when you do it just to have sex, very boring.

Making love is nice and real.

And Fucking is just straight FUCKING. 

I only can make love or have drunk sex.  The kind where there is no feelings or "real emotion" It's pure passion and fucking.  

Making love with a girl is amazing, it's real emotion and connection.  To where afterwards you can't move and your body is quavering but you feel like your floating on sex air.

...But now is not that time.

Sky Train To JKF To LAX

This was my first time leaving New York back to LA when I still lived there after the Community Shorts Film Festival.  I got back to LA very down and having post New York Stress.  The flight was one of the worst flights I've ever taken.  Did not looking forward to going back, I told myself I'd take care of a bunch of things, save money and move to New York in one year.  I did it in two months.  

New web site up!

So happy with the site Randy Lebeau made for me.

Thanks Bud