Dangerous Moves: Mayor of Ponce crowds surfs @ Zach Wolfe’s studio
Friday, September 25th, 2009
CHAOS BY DESIGN
Sweaty strangers in flannel are grabbing my ass in a warehouse off Dekalb Avenue. Half a pint of Wild Turkey convinced me it’d be a good idea to free fall from the rafters into a sea of hipsters. Maybe I just couldn’t hear him correctly over the blaring amps of the Black Lips, but a wild turkey has never steered me wrong before. Fuck it. It’s chaos by design, and it’s a beautiful thing.
It’s a Saturday night and we’re in superstar hip-hop photographer Zach Wolfe’s studio. He’s quite possibly the coolest person, other than Chad Radford, to hail from the home of Captain James Tiberion Kirk. A pasty white boy from Iowa and he has the Dirty South in the palm of his hand. The guy has his adopted city railed out on a table and it’s yelling, Snort This.
Problem: Zach’s grandiose studio has an equally substantial August power bill.
Solution: Let’s party.
A couple hours of preparation, a couple of runs to Green’s, and a couple hundred kids turn up for a guerilla-style Black Lips show. A benefit fit for scoundrels.
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