Violet Hour. Whiskey love.

$1000 bike. Sure, why not?

$1000 bike. Sure, why not?

Rip 1951-2014

Busy Bee Rockers at the Ace Cafe.  Ton up! Cafe style.

Why I like this look?  Keeping it simple.  Polka dot silk scarf, solid blue tie on a white shirt and brown checkered suit with faint blueish purple lines and a simple white pocket square.  So effortless, makes it pop so nicely.  You don’t have to blind people with so many patterns!  Keep it simple gents.

Why I like this look?  Keeping it simple.  Polka dot silk scarf, solid blue tie on a white shirt and brown checkered suit with faint blueish purple lines and a simple white pocket square.  So effortless, makes it pop so nicely.  You don’t have to blind people with so many patterns!  Keep it simple gents.

Uhh!  So shiny.  Want.  Need.

Epic Burger in Lincoln Park. Bacon cheese burger with grilled onions. It’s all you need.

My ideal cafe racer. Honda CB550 by Benjie’s cafe racers.

Late nite Chicago ride. Beautiful weather, no traffic and a cute companion.


This is my dad’s uncle, c. 1950, in Kokomo, IN, USA. The young victim of a family of pranksters, he luckily grew up to be a bit more handsome


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This is my dad’s uncle, c. 1950, in Kokomo, IN, USA. The young victim of a family of pranksters, he luckily grew up to be a bit more handsome

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(Reblogged from weirdvintage)

Took this pic while bike riding along the lake at sunset. Chicago you beautiful beast! Notice the moon on the middle right hand side as a white dot.

I forge the thoughts that storm through
They play with an alcohol induced conscious
Fought the battle I wasn’t meant to win
Ran a race I was to lose
These paths hadn’t been chosen for me
Since this road has always been laid for me long ago
It sings so sweetly to a way of being
Dances eagerly as cold pianos play
Stringed quartet sits at my feet catering to my only whim
This red moon above isn’t my undoing
But my beginning as were meant a many in this horrid lifetime
Sit alongside this slightly inebriate fellow who recants the glories of yesteryear
As if I’m old enough to carry history through these bones
I only humor myself as I make others erupt in laughter
Listen to my voiced grief disguised in subtle sarcasm
As I can be serious sometimes
It’s not to live life as once and only
Live as the future that is ahead of you is prepared by yourself
Feel these echoes reverberate deeply in soul
Swaying to a deep bass felt inside
White ceilings don’t reveal much as many would think
But they do make for a peaceful view
Give me a little of what is you
For what I offer in return is not resurrection
But a salvation through art, through music, through words and through my eyes

Phantogram @ the Riviera 4/10/14

sake than grief

these are the comings of froward ventures
hysterical to the being sullen to the sad and loved
begging for full aid on past happenings
reassured through veiled compliments
upon spring mornings hope played
they had given more sake than grief
followed down these darkened paths
didn’t offer halted advice for these dealings
left alone atop confusion and early dew

"You and I are gonna rise again"
Your worries will become my worries
Your pain will become my pain
Climb onto my shoulders and I’ll see us through