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Mood: Stars Rise Over Celebrity Demise Under Sunset c/o Plastic Jesus

Plastic Jesus is a Los Angeles based street artist that specializes in bold stencil and installation work, inspired by world news events, society, the urban environment, culture and politics. His work combines humour, irony, criticism and an unique opinion to create art that engages on many levels.

Stop making stupid people famous

mood: stars rise over celebrity demise under sunset c/o Plastic Jesus… #andthisisthefame

ring: fame stops making stupid people #famous

 

PJ+STOP+ROAD+MARKINGS+DAY-200 Trayvon Martin inspired Street art appears in LA. Horse meat  inspired street art hits North London. "No more Heroes" PJ+Robo+Love-5 PJ+nevermind-2 Graffiti is a crime. PJ+streetart-40+copy

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Stream Fifteen: The Crossroads, Laurel Canyon + Mulholland Drive

I riffed on Laurel Canyon and Mulholland Drive into a recording device for eight minutes and forty-nine seconds: this is the verbatim transcription.

Okay, fifteen minutes. I’m at Mulholland and Laurel Canyon.

So, I guess the most fitting thing for me to do at this point would be to talk about what Laurel Canyon and Mulholland mean to me. Fifteen minutes. So we’re on the clock, and we’re twenty seconds in: so, to me, Mulholland Laurel Canyon is just The … I wanna say The Fame. Oh. I wanna say The Fame, but it is fame: it’s American fame. What is The Fame to me? Mulholland and Laurel Canyon are Hollywood. It’s Cal – it’s … we’ll figure it out together.

Laurel Canyon is the Hippie Movement, right. It’s this, y’know, makeshift cobblestone ver– y’know, sloping – It’s… this canyon. It’s a canyon. It’s a cavity. It’s a cavity; but it’s the vein, and it’s the artery at the same time. Y’know like, you get traction. Y’know Laurel Canyon is the Hippies, is the Sixties, it’s the counterculture. It’s Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison. Umm, it’s an odd counterculture. It’s very calm and weathered. And then you’ve got Mulholland, which is fame to me.

I remember Mulholland Drive, the movie; and I just kinda knew what it was. Just the name stuck with me, but there was no real reason why I should have known what Mulholland Drive was. Y’know, I remember in Rolling Stone, when they said Britney lived at the top of Mulholland, at the top of this vertiginous drop. And that was fame to me: Britney 2007 was fame to me, and that is Mulholland Drive.

You want to look over the cliff, you do. You do, but you can’t. And if you do, oh: you’re divine. Y’know, because you can see it, and you’re your own pilot. To be able to see that first-hand y’know – and have it be an individual, independent experience is something else – because otherwise, you’re having to share it with other people. So y’know, if it’s a movie, it’s not as exclusive y’know. And so that’s why love is so beautiful, is because it’s two people seeing the same thing. It’s two people sharing the same space. And the only other person to know it’s true is that witness, and that is why you bear witness.

I have a tendency to stop when a flow is really good, and over-think what the perfect ending would be, and so this is that.

And… , Laurel Canyon, I mean it’s a great drive. Got Willow Glen. It’s got really interesting names. Lookout Mountain: Lookout Mountain and Laurel Canyon, I mean are you kidding. Reality L.A. that’s what it is: Reality L.A.

It’s a trinity right: you’ve got Laurel, Mulholland, and you… your vehicle, you’ve also got the city. And everything about these two streets is so identical, and so distanced. It’s glamour on Mulholland – it’s secretive. I mean there are so many secrets in these hills. One you’re riding high, the other you’re caught in the depths. You’re in the belly of the beast. It’s scary. The Canyon is scary because it’s all tumbling down on you. If you’re claustrophobic – you can’t.

It takes a very particular person to be able to drive both of these at leisure, um, and routinely. You’re experiencing the highest highs, the lowest lows, at lightning speed – and that’s your normal. To be facing death at 65 mph every day is stellar. And you cannot be slow on Mulholland. If you’re slow, you will get sideswiped, rear-ended. And I cannot tell you how many cars have gone around me – ‘cos I don’t remember, not because it’s too many, it’s just that it would be inaccurate. I guess maybe eight. I’d say between – I wanna say between like four and six actually, but it could be like six and eight. Point being: people face death, and to be able to live to see the day, and this to be your normal… and nobody really understands. People don’t understand stardom, or y’know they downplay it because it seems it seems artificial.

It seems superfluous, but in all honesty: it’s just an energy transfer.

Big stars going to little stars, little stars becoming big stars, giving their energy to other stars and hopefully making light. That said, there’s anti-matter, or the space between that’s darkness. The thing about fame is that it’s atmospheric, right. And it becomes the all-encompassing everything, and you don’t even notice it when you’re there. To be able to live in that darkness, you have to have immense light. You have to have enough light to guide the way, right. You don’t know how bright you are until you’re far enough away to where you can see the darkness. Because let’s be honest: darkness, you can’t see darkness. Darkness is right in front of us all the time, right. But it’s clear, like where does darkness begin?

It’s far away.

Point is you can’t see it, you can’t touch it, and it’s what’s right next to you. That is your cheek to cheek, you’re touching it. The last thing the fish sees is the water, the last thing the human sees is the air, and the space between the darkness that’s around.

You see light because it breaks through: it resists, right. That’s the thing about it. We’re looking at stars from so far away. We could very well be stars to beings who are at an equal distance. Fifteen thousand light years away, there could very well be stars looking at us: figuring out how to live, how to move, how to engage, how to trail light – which constellations to link up with. All in motion towards creating a universe that is more light than dark; so that darkness is the one streaking across the skies, and the light is so bright you can’t even realize what lies in the space between now.

So, I don’t know. I guess Laurel Canyon and Mulholland are like that in a way. They’re so stellar. They’re so conversion. They’re beautiful constellations. And it’s just because a star trailed thorough a mountain to make a canyon, and a star trailed alongside a mountain to take the high road. It’s not for everybody: it is, not, for, everybody. Everybody can’t be a star, but it’s our job to give them energy to do so if they try: no matter how small the light, it’s gotta be big. Oh no.

Britney Tweets 2007: Ep. 2

because if ifs and ands were pots and pans there’d be no betta work for tinker’s hands, because pink wigs birthed millennial whiplash, because it’s the rhyme behind seasonal reason, because you’re not B and will never see it her way… because Britney didn’t have Twitter in 2007, because the traphaus was birthed in the wake of Kevin, because Miss Spears will remain the bad bxxch you’ll never know, because they shouldn’t have let her blackout the ‘net #work: nouveau decided to put on a show #luckystarswipgolden

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because there was no twitterverse then

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because once upon a time there were haircuts

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because there was nowhere else to be at 4pm every weekday

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 #exohxo

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BlinkkMEdia: human capital

“Celebrity has become an international commodity…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#watchthisspace

 

Britney Tweets 2007, Ep. 1

if… IF I were to blinkk this I would probably say…

because if ifs and ands were pots and pans there’d be no betta work for tinker’s hands, because pink wigs birthed millennial whiplash, because it’s the rhyme behind seasonal reason, because you’re not B and will never see it her way… because Britney didn’t have Twitter in 2007, because the traphaus was birthed in the wake of Kevin, because Miss Spears will remain the bad bxxch you’ll never know, because they shouldn’t have let her blackout the ‘net #work: nouveau decided to put on a show #luckystarswipgolden

because she continues to be the original doll

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What If Britney Spears Had Twitter in 2007?  #QuestionsThatNeedAnswers

 

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love comma britney xo ex, oh.

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#lyricallyspeaking Lana Del Rey – “West Coast”

Good music speaks volumes… rather than impose analysis, step back and expose linguistic artistry… listen, look, and linger in fantastic rhythmic reality: lyrically speaking

Down on the West Coast, they got a saying
If you’re not drinking, then you’re not playing
But you’ve got the music, you’ve got the music in you, don’t you?
Down on the West Coast, I get this feeling like it all could happen
That’s why I’m leaving you for the moment, you for the moment
Boy blue, yeah you
It’s getting harder to show it
I’m feeling hot to the touch
You say you miss me
And I always say I miss you so much
But something keeps me really quiet
I’m alive, I’m a lush
Your love, your love, your love

I can see my baby swinging
His parliament is on fire when his hands are up
On the balcony and I’m singing
Ooh baby, ooh baby, I’m in love
I can see my sweet boy swinging
He’s crazy and Cubano call my only love
On the balcony and I’m singing
Move baby, move baby, I’m in love
I’m in love
I’m in love

Down on the west coast, they got their icons
Their silver starlights, their queens and cyclones
And you got the music, you got the music in you, don’t you?
Down on the west coast, they love their movies
Their golden cars and rock-n-roll groupies

WCGAS
And you got the music, you got the music in you, don’t you?
You push me harder for the way
I’m feeling hotter than fire
I guess I know and how to be and make it feel I’m a child
Didn’t say you gotta know, boy it’s you I desire
Your love, your love, your love

I can see my baby swinging
His parliament is on fire when his hands are up
On the balcony and I’m singing
Move baby, move baby, I’m in love
I can see my baby swinging
His parliament is on fire when his hands are up
On the balcony and I’m singing
Ooh baby, ooh baby, I’m in love
I can see my sweet boy swinging
He’s crazy and Cubano call my only love
On the balcony and I’m singing
Move baby, move baby, I’m in love
I’m in love

Lyrically Speaking: Ms. Lauryn Hill – Neurotic Society (Compulsory Mix)

MLH NS CM

Neurotic Society

We’re living in a joke timemetaphorical coke time
Commerce and guru men, run the whole world man
Broke world and debaucheryold world brutality
Cold world kills softly
Whole world works savagely
Greedy men and pride fiends program TV screens
Quick-scam and drag queens
Real life blast fiends
Think twice this past dream

Crime if you ask clean
Quick, fast: poison has entered the bloodstream
Psychological massacreconsequence is a tragedy
Mythological characters, men and women as parody

Superficial vanity, borderline insanity
Out of order humanitycrime committed so passively
Desperados and causalitiescorporations want batteries:
explanations and strategiesdomination and mastery

[] bankrupt, grown people so corrupt
Light swords and yellow menjunkies and popularity
Culture oh so independent, vultures scavage reality
Past feeling depravity, decaying social cavity
Preying on human ignorancepopular immorality

Sympathy disease head
Population misled
Self-indulgent, past dead
Absence of the God head
Pimps, pushers and harlotry
Nepotism, no artistry
Despotism and piracy
Desperation, dishonesty

Physicists issue policy
No money, less equality
Inflated global ego imitating reality
Fuel cycle pharaoh, poisonous frozen arrows
Hypocritics on salary; idle hands: Devil’s agency
Predisposed to complacency
Jealousy and audacitycontagious social gluttony

Stages of mass malignityeffort to make deception
Generation and atrophyglam life and deathscam life and editors
By-product of neglect childrenhiding from predators
Absence of self-respect, phony, scared of competitors
Lifestyle of luxury at someone’s expense
Sensitive children, used up as sacrifice
Blind to the consequencesmoked up in dope pipes
Ecstasy fast liferecklessly past life
Narcotics and cash fights

Neurotic Society
Benefactors turned actorsaddictions, triple captors
Experience manufacture
in this neurotic toxic society

It’s like post-war;
they’re looking for the Communists, and who the Marxists is
Ten thousand pictures on Facebook; it’s like the pot calling the kettle “narcissist”
C’mon, really? Saying “The Devil,” but you’re the chief arsonist
Hypocrites can’t even see their own part in this
No reflectionvampire paradigm
No introspection
This star, that star…” “rants, “has a breakdown
Three months before pure obsession picture can’t take down
Children: it’s a shakedown; they’re just looking for a sacrifice
They’ve been doing this since before Bobby Darin sang “Mack the Knife
Before James Dean’s car did a jackknife
Perhaps it’s because they lack life, lack guts; never confused the head with the butt

“Opinions are like assholes, and most of them stink,”
I was told by a woman, so rethink; don’t ever let them:
lead you to drinklead you to doubtlead you to fall
Get up, stand upcast Lucifer out
Shake it up, baby;” watch them twist it and shout
Insecure assholes looking for a ticket, someone to ride like the Pickett
It’s fcukin’ wicked, shame on ‘em
In this neurotic toxic society

Sick cycle psychology, in desperate need of psychiatry
Exorcism, sobriety, forcing social lobotomy
People stuck in dichotomies, pseudo sicko anxiety
Serial criminals, dressed in Variety
Social transvetism, subliminal dressed up as piety
Transference, projections like Cartesian images
Robbing innocencestealing inheritance
Quiet victims with no defensebetrayed over dollars and cents
Maladjusted and ignorantmalediction and dissonance
Too much addiction, no consciousness
Don’t you trust itthis cosmology’s busted

Broken returns to the dusted
Corruption, deceit, abuse and repeat
They don’t feel complete unless they’re robbing the sheep
Man is not a product: if you call him that – then stop it

In this neurotic godless society

– Ms. Lauryn Hill

The Show Must Go On

When one chapter closes, another opens. The story is simple. One crisis leads to another climax, another climax draws upon a sudden conclusion, and the conclusion brings us right back to where we started. The beginning, the inciting incident, the boom and the bang that traces our footsteps into another series of narrative problems is not just Hollywood, baby; it’s life.

 

So, where are we now? What part of the story are we in and where are we going? One must wonder. If life is like a movie, let us just say we have not quite hit the big screen. This is the uncut version, just as raw as Harry meeting Sally and just as real as Stella when she got her groove back and lost it all over again. At some point, the cameras must stop rolling. The makeup must come off. The flashing lights must flip their switch and the characters must flee the scene. But, the show? The show, ladies and gentlemen, must go on.

The dice are rolled.The cards are played. The winner takes the luscious blond back to his hotel room. The losing players take a last swig of their whiskey and leave. The table empties. The attendant stacks the chips, shuffles the cards, and introduces the same game to another set of players.

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At the beginning of the night, no one knows what role they may end up fulfilling – the winner, the loser, the blond? All they know is that the game must be played. The script is improvised, from one blank page and one mad game to another. Maybe Act One did not end where we wanted it to. Perhaps the ordinary world never called to adventure, or the adventure did not quite cross the first threshold. In something like a Hollywood stripped of its star, we stand subject to the crazed narrative. No matter how many times the dice are rolled, we can never tell what the outcome may be. In this life, we can’t choose our genre nor can we choose our theme. Even if we tried, they seem to always choose us.

 

We surrender to the unwritten script. Whether we play our cards or our cards play us, there is one truth to every tale: The show must go on.

The Illusion That It’s Safe, Detonate Uncool

He once was a hero they don’t love him no more
There’s a blast, every time a foot hits the floor
His gift for not fighting another man’s war
And if they can get their hands on the mask that he wore
On his face, they can put somebody else in his place and restore
The state, the illusion that its safethe faith, that being a slave is so great
As gas fills the room and rockets destroy everything around him
He stands to find himself surround
By thousands of soldiers that his once trained to never miss their targets

Heartless, Hello Darkness

#hellogoodbye

Detonate, uncool.

#watchthisspace

Everywhere I go, I see the same Homo Riot

Art should follow the example of crime. The glamour that surrounds the criminal would evaporate were he to become visible…
-Jean Cocteau, 1951

The genesis for Los Angeles based street artist HOMO RIOT came out of the anger the artist felt after Prop 8 passed. “I wanted to fuck shit up, I wanted to give the Mormons and the homophobes and the republicans exactly what they were afraid of.” he recalls. His motto was “Give us what we want or we fuck in the streets.” And that came out in his work, which admittedly always had a healthy dose of sexual imagery in it but taking that to the street seemed like something new.

“I like to imagine some uptight homophobe driving by the kissing homo duo or some other image of mine and squirming in his car seat. But my intention is not solely to rub some gay-hating asshole’s nose in it. I’m also motivated by the thought that my art is engendering a sense of pride in other queers. Prop 8 didn’t pass just because the Mormons and the homophobes showed up at the polls, it passed because a lot of gays stayed home and didn’t bother to vote. There was a lot of political apathy among “out” gays and an equal number of closeted gays who didn’t vote or voted the other way because of a combination of self-hatred, shame and fear. I would like to believe that my art communicates to them a call to action. “RIOT HOMOS” come together, get involved, exercise your power, get angry, be a participant. – Homo Riot