Juxtapoz.com news contributor Brad Martin got all gussied up on Saturday, December 15th and came out to catch the All Star Hustlaz III show at White Walls Gallery in San Francisco. He brings a little blog action of his adventures at the art gallery and out on the town the same night as the uber-ridiculous (and we mean that in a nice way) Santacon.
"So, I went to All Star Hustlaz III at White Walls on Saturday. I rolled in ghetto steez with my St. Ides High Grav in a bag, which I was informed was too ghetto and I had to get rid of the bag. This resulted in faster warming of my malt beverage so that it tasted like whiskey made from urine. Good times. The show was great, and the Anne Faith Nichols show, , next door was a pleasant surprise because I forgot it was going on. Thanks to the gallery girls and guys for having the show and blasting Metallica."
Installation on the Anne Faith Nicholls side (The Shooting Gallery). I had a dream like that once.
Anne Faith Nicholls' piece. She blows me away with her large works.
All Star Hustlaz, including streetwise gumball machine
Gallerygoers scrutinizing. It's deep stuff, you gotta stare hard if you want to see the hidden images of whales or guys on surfboards.
More artcrowd. Note dude in the top left peekin'. Everybody wants to be a star.
I love me some AJ Fosik. He's changed up his color palette, but still killing it.
Upsterrs. Kinda like Basquiat but a little more involved.
Not just a massage and happy ending, but a bath, too. Now that's service. Special note: this was two doors down from a giant strip club that was across the street from a playground. There's no place like home.
This santa was wasted, and judging by the picture so was I. He then tried to steal someone's bike.
We tried to be more like Santa.
But, clearly, we were outmatched.
Then I went home and made this banner to cheer the world up a little.
White Walls Gallery's website >> whitewallssf.com
Photos and words by Brad Martin
"So, I went to All Star Hustlaz III at White Walls on Saturday. I rolled in ghetto steez with my St. Ides High Grav in a bag, which I was informed was too ghetto and I had to get rid of the bag. This resulted in faster warming of my malt beverage so that it tasted like whiskey made from urine. Good times. The show was great, and the Anne Faith Nichols show, , next door was a pleasant surprise because I forgot it was going on. Thanks to the gallery girls and guys for having the show and blasting Metallica."
Installation on the Anne Faith Nicholls side (The Shooting Gallery). I had a dream like that once.
Anne Faith Nicholls' piece. She blows me away with her large works.
All Star Hustlaz, including streetwise gumball machine
Gallerygoers scrutinizing. It's deep stuff, you gotta stare hard if you want to see the hidden images of whales or guys on surfboards.
More artcrowd. Note dude in the top left peekin'. Everybody wants to be a star.
I love me some AJ Fosik. He's changed up his color palette, but still killing it.
Upsterrs. Kinda like Basquiat but a little more involved.
Not just a massage and happy ending, but a bath, too. Now that's service. Special note: this was two doors down from a giant strip club that was across the street from a playground. There's no place like home.
This santa was wasted, and judging by the picture so was I. He then tried to steal someone's bike.
We tried to be more like Santa.
But, clearly, we were outmatched.
Then I went home and made this banner to cheer the world up a little.
White Walls Gallery's website >> whitewallssf.com
