a ridic long post of pictures i like

this is how i feel about my blog sometimes.

dogs never win in a cat fight

i miss ny soooooooo mucho.

i want this sooooooooooo bad *le sigh*

im getting a neck face tattoo. 

and a skateboard. thats final!

this should be my halloween costume

but instead im making this

WITH THIS.

i'm actually almost done with the head.

so hot

What the Eff, Vice Magazine?

My dream job is to work at Vice Magazine. In any form. I even emailed them about myself last year, and guess what? Never heard back. *le sigh* I'm sure they get emails all the time from young, eager, and willing designers who will do anything to get their foot in the door.
Anyways, if you've been to my publication site, you'll notice that it is a FULL BLEED production. Great name, if you ask me. (FYI its a technical printing term for making sure the ink gets printed to the edges of a document, do you don't end up trimming it, and then having a dumb looking border that is the color of your paper.) Then, as I was doing my weekly cruise of Vice Magazine, I stumbled upon THIS!

What the Eff?!

I have a sneaking suspicion that someone was like "Hey, we got an email from this chick, let's steal her ideas!" hahaha im totally joking. That's just what I think in my young, eager, and willing mind, and my ego crying out to the over lords of Vice. *le sigh #2*
This book totally combines about %50 of what is Borrah Jackson. Skating, Photography, NY, street culture, graffiti, urban life! Holler!

This would probably be a good gift for my bff Frank, whose an awesome skate boarder, and if you are reading this, you should go stalk him at the Northridge Mall. He works at Boarder's and you should sign him as a pro skater already. And this photographer who shot all of this is pretty awesome, too.

Photo Credit to J. Chase

COLAB. type + film aka Best Thing I Have Ever Written. Durrr

oh big fat DUH.

One of my favorite artists did the lettering for the Where The Wild Things Are promo posters.

Geoff McFetridge and Spike Jonze probably get together on the weekends at Intelligensia, and discuss vintage frame glasses, crewneck sweaters, and their hairlines, in their same pitch voice. If one of them called me on the phone, because they do that from time to time, I'd have to be like "IS THIS SPIKE OR GEOFF, CUZ YOU BOTH HAVE THE SAME VOICE."

And then they'd be like "Borrah, get over yourself and the other hipsters talking shit about this film, and go watch the movie we worked on cuz we know you kinda have a boner for us both." Cuz I have totally not done that yet..watch the movie, not the boner. Possible Where The Wild Things Are Movie Review post, since my friend Frank gave me his Netflix account. Hmmmm....

But yes, I kinda do thing Geoff is pretty dreamy. I think it's the nerdyness plus CalArt vibes he's totally throwing at me. lOLZ. I went to a gallery opening once, and saw him there! Can you say SWOON? I was all "OMG Vanessa, that's one of my favorite artists...right there. So close, I can smell the Tide from his cords." But you know, I felt so intimidated I couldn't talk to him. I was also really distracted by this super awesome Ed Templeton (Total Skater Tag in the works) photo of Fugazi, with Ian Curtis, so my inner Hardcore Kid was screaming. 

Here's the photo I was eyeballfucking.

I don't know who these fools are, but they were all up on this shiz, hUH. YEAH. RIGHT. THATS RIGHT. IM RIGHT.hUHHH.

Also, WTF is Geoffy's race? Being a halfie asian, 1/2 n 1/2, or the Hapa, as some Hawaiians like to call 'em, I'm getting a little half breeding in the EYES. It's always in the eyes. Or maybe his rotund frames, and combination of farsighted-ness make those peepers look a lot more asian. Is it just me?! 

Geoff McFetridge from Iconoclast Editions on Vimeo.

SEEE! WTF, THEY EVEN HAVE SKATE DECKS. Another tag! The circle is complete!!!

My Guilty Pleasure

I think everyone that knows me REALLY well, knows that I loooove skaters. They make it look so easy! And trust me, doing those tricks on those boards is not so simple. Who would have thought that a piece of wood with 4 wheels attached to it would be such a pain in the a$$. I think it started when I was a kid, and I'd run around with my older brother, Sam, who skated with his friends in our neighborhood. Then Sam, broke his ankle from doing unsuccessfully doing a trick, and then the board was kinda, sorta, banned from the house. My parents freaked out about the whole ordeal.
After this event, I have also successfully never broken a bone. In fact, I feel like my bones must be made out of steel, because when you run around with an older brother, accidents are bound to happen, and I have had my share of fights, falls, and non-graceful moments and nothing serious in the accident department has ever happened to me. I'm telling ya, BONES OF STEEL.