Antichrist

Lars von Trier and Andy Warhol masturbating on the dead ambitions of society while art and relevance

drill a sharpening stone through their bleeding clits...

There's a black blog fox fuck hole that you dive head first into, dragging the mirth of your only 

dead daughter down to the depths... The dark parts where young animals gasp,

and eye holes get filled with rocks... Severed bones... Squirming feet... Laughs in a naked bed...

sex over a foul stink...

And candy inside it all, underneath any shh'd whisper, torture, and death. 

A must to see if you like us enjoy to watch the combination of valiance and beauty, disturbing and sexy, love and hate.

Just don't go by yourself or on a first date, or with anybody who doesn't share our love for disturbance on the big screen.

A + by the way to the unexpected greeting by Mr Lynch who told us about the fact that he enjoys both coffee and cheese nowadays.

Did we give away too much?... Don't worry there are plenty of things we didn't mention that will make you want to puke, scream, and make art.

irving penn has died one of the last greats. This picture is for him

hi dumbo,

thanks for offering all your great stuff tonight.  we saw two good things, we walked through it all, and we had open hearts.  

dear dumbo, next time make it dangerous and good, make it bad and take it all down.  we wanted a rehaul, we got a search, so you have given us a non commital piece of art to take in and digress, not digest, we salute you dumbo, in the coldest of moments, staying in the snow and the falling leaves, choosing to stay in bed-stuy where now we hear that the real scene is, and its all over now, your art scene and our promise.

love,

the dirtballs at loft 910

She smelled like cutting oil learned me to use a mill. she measure in microns and wrestled like a bear. She was a builder creator a kitten to be cared for and monster to be tamed a true artist.

good by for now erin

The above the same files blended the old way

masks and layer modes

Photoshops HDR merge version of 4 files ev -2 ev 0 ev + 1 ev +1.75

for now sniff my balls HDR.......

Dawn: Fog dissipating the mysteries of the night reseted in to vanishing shadows of our waking dream a silent still when man can feel water of life all around but doesn't fear

As the earth reclaims all it has made a rebirth the beauty in death

As Loft910.com slowly but surely fights it's way into the debris of world wide web we are realizing that we are pretty bad with archiving our events and parties. So if you have been to on of our events or parties and took pictures, send them to us (please).

Ahtung all ex-Loft910'ers.

We all know that without past tere is no future. And that is why we need to hear from you to complete Ex-members section on Loft910.com which is about to be born and also carve your names with gold letters in the annuals of Loft910. So if you ever resided here, please send your bio, your resident dates, picture of your wonderful face and some of your work you proud of to Sasha (using this email) and he will make you famous.

A brief description of Mike D's and Finblomes bike trip from Brooklyn NY to Toronto prov Ontario.

Bedford ave at 6 AM the hour was like a delinquent child being looked in on while resting happily in dreams of conquest and torture the onlooker being overwhelmed with complexity of existence and feeling of a compromising endearment. I smiled, the lazy morning sun was cresting through the water towers and project complexes in the not so far distance. We finshised packing and set our selfs forth and our soles free for an adventure.

Only 10 miles in the wrong direction of hill after hill did we realize that the map's indication of the road we were our were insufficient. Despite our blunder, our legs forcibly intake hill after hill to try to make it to the campsite by nightfall. Dusk is approaching, we are 10 miles of hills of away, our energy drained, and car drivers coming awful close to the narrow shoulder. We collapse outside a fancy restaurant in a town with nothing else. After inhaling a meal, a nice family agrees that we can stay on their lawn. 3 miles of night riding down black and numb cornfields with a flashlight for a headlight and we make it. Toast and coffee and friendly dog slobber in the morning.

In the past two days we have encountered many things. Hydro-electric dams abandoned with baby leaches giving greetings. Cliff jumping with locals backflipping and rope diving into gurgling streams. 40.85 miles per hour downhill with comfortable rattles of packs and sprockets. Passing haywagens as we speed down high speed highways. Overflow cranky campsite owners turning down downtrodden travelers unwilling to compromise. Sleeping on government fishing property with artificial mac and cheese dinner.

Looking at my legs i notice a sun burn just on one side, like a couch in your grand parents foyer sun bleached only in one direction taking it's mark from time. we travial as all things do in time moving or not.

And now, we are in the comfy surroundings of Mike's family. And we are set to take off on the next leg of our journey. The Canadian leg.

MILES to date 279.34

AVG. SPEED 15.05

MAX. SPEED 40.85

the bloom and mike d

late night hair cut. 

pictures from a spring day sasha loading film and joy showing off her tolerance for pain 

We welcome Erin Kay, wonderful sculptor and painter - erinmcwhorter.net

For those of you who aren't on facebook, and don't read my blog, I just thought I'd keep you posted with some pictures from our party, my London-trip and my first week in Berlin. I miss you guys, and will definitely see you for the Halloween party. I still think the theme should be something demographically correct, like "Will Smith".

// Robbin

Few weeks ago we were saying goodbyes to Lin, few weeks ago Nik was spreading warm feelings all over the place, nevertheless target of his warm feelings was going away as well, others were not expressing too much emotions and I was awaiting my flight to San Francisco next morning. It was few weeks ago.

Loft 910 presents kitchensink a Knight of mystery and music.

featuring: michael bellar and the as is ensemble from 11:00-1:00am

http://www.myspace.com/michaelbellar

House Dj's Nikolal & DR. Faustus 1:00 am to never and beyond 

May 30 saturday Door is 4 

Directions find them your self are address is 910 Bedford Ave Brooklyn NY 11205  #3 

Photo booth 

Flyer was designed and hand printed BY Gillian Fisher..>dig it<

Adventures make me smile