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Written by Neal Santos
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Friday, 12 March 2010 06:01 |
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Written by Neal Santos
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Sunday, 28 February 2010 20:56 |
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Written by Neal Santos
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Wednesday, 10 February 2010 21:08 |
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I could write some hogwash about how I looked at this and was inspired to blah blah blah... fuck that. Truth is I had just dropped an ungodly amount to rent an apartment and I was pissed. As I sat in the realtor’s office with my head spinning I noticed this magazine laying on the coffee table. Taking a closer look I wondered why the graphic artist had not really freaked it, I mean the idea was dope but u know...whatevs. I asked the realtor if I could have the magazine cause I really liked the idea. Later on I got up with my boy Graphic artist Alexander Dawson and showed him the mag, told him my idea and he was down to fuck with it.HE KILLED IT. the rsults r below.That’s wassup ALEX thank u..... PEACE NEAL
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Written by Neal Santos
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Tuesday, 09 February 2010 23:06 |
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Written by Neal Santos
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Monday, 01 February 2010 20:46 |
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This shit was posted up all over the lower east side for a time, how fucking hilarious is that ? an actual "WANTED" poster hand drawn and mimeographed. I loved it so much i stole it from my local habib spot and stuck on an tee and called it a graphic, I'm saying though isn't that how its done these days ? NEAL
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Written by Neal Santos
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Thursday, 28 January 2010 04:53 |
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This was a wild night.....although i don't really remember much of it due extreme drunkenness, the story goes a lil something like this ..... party at Deitch Projects. Deitch gets pissed some as he puts it "halfway thugs" are smoking weed and wilding out. I see the drama and step in to mediate (hence the hug). Deitch acts up. i try to talk some sense into him by dousing him with some Budweiser, he continues and as a last resort I choked him the fuck out....did i miss anything ? NEAL
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