LOOSE TOOTH// LOST YOUTH

Three years down. ©Ari Abramczyk

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:53:12 -0400

Three years down.

Today marks the official THIRD time my image of Audrey Kitching...

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:48:14 -0400

Today marks the official THIRD time my image of Audrey Kitching has been taken without my consent and used on a t-shirt. First at Forever 21, then at Nordstrom, and most recently at a store I do not yet know the name of. It is incredibly disheartening to know that I have so little control and say-so over an image I created. The copyright laws need to change, because at this present moment in time they do nothing but allow for large corporations to steal from artists without any repercussions.

rcrdosocks: Something new. Plants on my work.Kris Kidd &...

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 15:23:35 -0400

rcrdosocks:

Something new. Plants on my work.
Kris Kidd & Mariana Vaca. Graphite, Watercolor, Plants scan.

kriskiddphoto: “HOMIÉS: South Central” Mariana Vaca for Brian...

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 22:57:56 -0400

kriskiddphoto:

“HOMIÉS: South Central”

Mariana Vaca for Brian Lichtenberg

©Kris Kidd 2013

shopbrianlichtenberg.com

kriskiddphoto: Mariana Vaca wearing the Brian Lichtenberg...

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 16:22:30 -0400

kriskiddphoto:

Mariana Vaca wearing the Brian Lichtenberg “Homiés” tee and beanie.

Get yours now at shopbrianlichtenberg.com

“So get me all fixed up, take me ‘round...

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 01:10:00 -0500

“So get me all fixed up, take me ‘round downtown.”

Photos ©Matt Lambert 2013

“Fold the food in a napkin. Fade away and do the...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 17:43:00 -0500

“Fold the food in a napkin. Fade away and do the dishes.”

Photo ©Becker 2011

“Delgado.” ©Di Henri Aquije

Thu, 27 Dec 2012 16:31:00 -0500

“Delgado.”

©Di Henri Aquije

Suburban mayhem // 2009

Wed, 19 Dec 2012 19:40:00 -0500

Suburban mayhem // 2009

Coney Island ©Joseph Quevedo 2011

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 18:43:56 -0500

Coney Island

©Joseph Quevedo 2011

i am burning from the inside out. maybe outside in if i thought about it long enough but i don’t...

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 15:02:43 -0500

i am burning from the inside out. maybe outside in if i thought about it long enough but i don’t much care to.

from the darkest depths, my stomach shrivels hot, pink once, dyed an artificial brown the color of baby shit. emulsified baby-shit-brown as the color wheel turns, from the sticky hot blood, deep red, that trickles from unidentified ulcers, to the stomach acid, a slick lime green that floods my esophagus every night before cascading back into my stomach.

i burn hot and steady, sputtering every so often like that radiator in the apartment we once hid in. that co-opted hideout with its exposed brick walls and its undefeatable cold. it’s radiator burning on the far side of the kitchen, sprawled out on the linoleum floor, a diligent effort that never quite pulls through.

i miss that radiator in the dead cold of a los angeles winter night, only the steady breathing of late night traffic to muffle the sounds of the radiator matching my constant interior fire. in the bed of a stranger, hot breaths pulsing like the blood, or maybe the stomach acid, vibrating like the ulcers. i miss the companionship.

i stand now, alone on a street corner somewhere, heavy sighs as i burn like the dim orange streetlight. fingers turning yellow where i once held my cigarettes, knuckles, violet scars from stomach acid lime green, i stand and i wait.

i wait for a rundown rust bucket of a car to pass in hopes of once more hearing a sound reminiscent of that radatior. i wait. and i burn.

big thanks to @blackscore for the care package! i can’t...

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 14:47:02 -0500

big thanks to @blackscore for the care package! i can’t stop wearing my “in retrospect” tee! everyone go follow their instagram, the new line is being released soon!

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Fri, 02 Nov 2012 14:23:41 -0400

i’ve memorized the best angles in the bathroom mirror from which to see how badly i’ve...

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 11:22:00 -0400

i’ve memorized the best angles in the bathroom mirror from which to see how badly i’ve disintegrated. i truly do go from sixty to zero. i am bitter, cold. i was halfhearted a year ago but i can no longer calculate the fraction of what’s left. i watch in the mirror, my head cocked over my shoulder, so as to see my shoulderblade, now covered in a layer of fat i can’t quite manage. i scream. a lot. at least once a day and i scroll through my phone’s contact list at least twice. i throw the phone across the room in defeat, three times a day, minimum.

i have distanced myself from everyone and i have no reason to be as angry as i am because i brought this on myself and i don’t need you to tell me that because i’ve already heard it in my head for the billionth time this evening. hunched over in the mirror, curving in on myself, i watch my thighs touch and i might scream again or i might decide to keep it internal for once, and let it trickle through my lungs and the lining of my stomach.

i asked for my money in a hazy fervor that bordered on hysteria, or maybe the fringe of what could have been a chemical calm. i asked for my money so i could leave this place and go somewhere foreign and distant and cheap. i would find a shack on the beach and i would swim every day and maybe bartend at night and make friendships everyday that won’t last through the night.

in the mirror i stand, an injured deer in headlights, maybe highbeams, judging by the way my eyes water. i measure my wrists with my fingers and i clutch at my rib cage, fingering it languidly. i dream of a faraway ocean, a party in bloom at dusk and my little shack on the beach and a physical detachment from this world to rival the one i feel in the pit of my stomach every day.

Phosphene Magazine; 2011

Tue, 23 Oct 2012 18:48:34 -0400

Phosphene Magazine; 2011

i dreamt we were standing at the edge of a sheer cliff face,...

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 23:17:00 -0400

i dreamt we were standing at the edge of a sheer cliff face, jutting out stern and cold against the early-autumn sky. you held my small hand tight in yours, much larger, covered in coarse hair and intricate callouses. you pulled me. and hard. my feet digging holes in the tightly packed dirt. i screamed for help but my screams were thrown to the wind, trailing off the edge of the cliff and out into the vast emptiness. watching my screams fall from view made me nauseous, dizzy. and you pulled, harder still.

you said it was your time to go. and that knowing the secret makes it my time too. so you pulled my small hand and it popped free from my weak morning wrist, and i contemplated screaming but the pain didn’t call for such. instead i kicked and i scratched and i bit and i pushed and i hated you so much i don’t know that you could have ever fully comprehended it. you stumbled, letting go of my hand, and i closed my eyes but you continued to call my name.

when i opened my eyes you were holding tight to the edge of the cliff, knuckles white and eyes red, you were begging me for help. dangling heavily over the grey abyss you asked for my forgiveness.

and i closed my eyes again, crying on the outside, but on the inside i kicked and i scratched and i bit and i pushed and i loved you so much i don’t know that you could have ever fully comprehended it.

when i opened my eyes you were gone.

HEY GUYS LOOK ITS ME AND STUFF anberlin: Real friends pre-order...

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 01:29:00 -0400

HEY GUYS LOOK ITS ME AND STUFF

anberlin:

Real friends pre-order your album. @reedmurray How sweet is the #VITAL emboss?! Can’t wait to see it in person. #Anberlin -N (Taken with Instagram)

Wed, 10 Oct 2012 22:58:58 -0400

W Ǝ I ∩ Q Ǝ ɹ

“wide river, wide mouth// wet lips in the...

Wed, 10 Oct 2012 01:01:35 -0400

“wide river, wide mouth// wet lips in the south.”

rcrdosocks: Kris Kidd By me Grafito, Ecolin.

Thu, 04 Oct 2012 15:51:08 -0400

rcrdosocks:

Kris Kidd By me Grafito, Ecolin.

LOOSE TOOTH// LOST YOUTH

Three years down. ©Ari Abramczyk

Today marks the official THIRD time my image of Audrey Kitching...

rcrdosocks: Something new. Plants on my work.Kris Kidd &...

kriskiddphoto: “HOMIÉS: South Central” Mariana Vaca for Brian...

kriskiddphoto: Mariana Vaca wearing the Brian Lichtenberg...

“So get me all fixed up, take me ‘round...

“Fold the food in a napkin. Fade away and do the...

“Delgado.” ©Di Henri Aquije

Suburban mayhem // 2009

Coney Island ©Joseph Quevedo 2011

i am burning from the inside out. maybe outside in if i thought about it long enough but i don’t...

big thanks to @blackscore for the care package! i can’t...

Photo

i’ve memorized the best angles in the bathroom mirror from which to see how badly i’ve...

Phosphene Magazine; 2011

i dreamt we were standing at the edge of a sheer cliff face,...

HEY GUYS LOOK ITS ME AND STUFF anberlin: Real friends pre-order...

W Ǝ I ∩ Q Ǝ ɹ ©Aimee Nicolas Anselmo

“wide river, wide mouth// wet lips in the...

rcrdosocks: Kris Kidd By me Grafito, Ecolin.