This is my boy Kon Trubkovich.  This past weekend i took part in helping him make a fine art film at Holmesburg prison just outside of Philadelphia. My boy Kon is a wicked good artist.  He paints images from films he makes.

 Kon man.

 The Pen. from the inside.

 more of the pen.

This is Carlos Verone. He's a bad motherfuckin argentinian DP.  once on a set i asked him if i could use a certain socket or something with out blowing my arms completely off and he told me to go get a pen and a paper. "ahhh shit"i thought to myself. but i did anyways.  an hour later i had the equivelent to a four year degree in electrical enginering on two pieces of paper and two arms intact.  the dude is like a big bilingual macguyver.  he was the dp for this project. as well as in house dj on the way back from philly.


   some shitty ass old peeling led paint.  yummy.


 these were some books we found in the abandoned part of the prison. the titles include "the politics of lying"(i stole that one and im giving it to jerry tonight to take back home), "the politics of hope" and numerous volumes of "American Jurisdiction".  light reading.




ME MATES!










"man thats such fuckin load a shit. these guys DID NOT party together"