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dart wives

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We played dart-wives last night as Kevin-n-Kiwi did their Thursday-night dart thing at JJ’s. To pacify our lack of interest in the sport – we took a tool around the immediate area as the sun was setting and throwing cool light.

The area immediately surrounding JJ’s still has that cool metropolis-forgotten feel. (It was no coincidence Carpenter filmed a lot of Escape from New York here back 80.

Big ole ghosts like the old Armory are getting harder and harder to find… Folks like my employers are saving these old beasts through re-hab and repurposing.

It’s good that these old buildings are getting saved instead of torn town and lost forever.

But on the other hand I’m sad to see that burnt-out, post apocalyptic aesthetic going….

What will photo students in ten years shoot?

When I was in school I never had a shortage of interesting environments or precariously dangerous situations to throw myself into.

I cite the completion of my undergraduate degree as proof of the existance of guardian angels.

piss… I don’t know how to close this entry.

chicken.

vip


Only a *slight* gin-and-tonic hangover this morning. Went to the JJ’s Clubhouse & Bar VIP Anniversary Party last night.

Vehhhhhhrey exclusive…. I felt undeservingly A-Listy.

I’ve joked before about how I prefer to hide behind my camera in large social gatherings… I don’t think I was joking as hard as I’d like to think.

All the pretty ones were out… (pretty not like my intern Lee – but pretty in a way that’s appropriate for a venue such as a bear / biker bar).

Hell.. I could stand in a room full of my darling interns and be at ease and the life of the party.

Put me in a slightly balmy garage bay filled with shirtless lumberjacks and I want to hide under the bar.

why? I have no chicken.

jj’s turns six


JJ’s celebrated their 6th anniversary this weekend.

Us crowd-shy suburban hippy bears opted to swing by for a couple of beers and congratulatory hugs to the owners way, way, way early… So early that I guess we could consider ourselves the first customers of JJ’s sixth year of business. (?)

I know, hardly a title to be chiseled into one’s chicken.