This is Oaxaca, Mexico based artist Jerónimo López Ramírez, also known as Dr. Lakra(or Dr. Delinquent) first solo exhibition in the U.S. Larka’s work has been described as playful, hallucinogenic, vulgar and erotic. Or, in other words, completely excellent.
Larka has been making a living as a successful tattoo artist since the early 90’s and began selling his paintings as a means of paying his taxes in Mexico. He uses everything from vintage Mexican pulp fiction novels, magazines and photographs to create his paintings and drawings. Dr. Larka’s engagement runs through September 16th at the ICA Boston.
A small gallery of Larka’s work can be viewed via MoMA.
Mickey Rourke out trick or treating in Hollywood last night.
If you read this blog, you might have noticed that is has been rather “Rourkeless” as of late. Well the dry spell is officially OVER! Mickey hit the town last night in Hollywood looking 100% less leathery than usual. I’m not real keen on Rourke’s wonky vag-stash, but I’ll give his mime ass a pass just for coming out to play for the paps last night. I don’t know about you, but my day is always a little bit better if there is a little Rourke in it. True story.
In other news, I’d like to ask the death-filled year of 2009 to consider offing members of Nickelback or Creed next time. Stop killing my childhood memories dammit!
Mickey Rourke on the word faggot, as it pertains to football.
I’ve said some stupid-ass shit while chock full ‘O’ booze but, there are a few words that just don’t cross my lips no matter how liquored up my mouth gets. Despite being pretty sure that the use of the word faggot is required terminology in the NFL, I’m positive that Mickey Rourke knows fuck all about either topic.
With that said, I’m going to give Mickey’s drunk pie-hole a pass on this one as I’m pretty sure he won’t remember what an ass his face was last night when he wakes up. Which should be any minute since it’s about 6:00 pm in New York right now.
Happy birthday to the chief muse of this blog, Mickey Rourke. I have no idea when this photo was taken or who it was taken by but on behalf of my eyes, I want to thank you.
Mickey Rourke and his English rose last night in London.
It’s rumored that Rourke is currently shopping for his own London flat. You know, so he can eat the finest English roses whenever he wants. All drunken flower-eating binges aside, I’d still hit it.
WTF indeed! Mickey Rourke out in London on Saturday. Photo source PerezHilton.com.
Even though it’s noon here in Seattle, I wasn’t truly awake until I saw this photo of Mickey Rourke leaving a London nightclub around 4:00am this past Saturday.
My mind goes to every gutter imaginable every time I look at this photo. Mostly because the photo was taken in a gutter in London that Mickey Rourke happened to be taking a ciggy break in. But don’t worry. Mickey isn’t trading his precious cancer sticks for the upper-bunk in some London jail cell. Rourke asked to be cuffed in front of the paps because that’s what you do for fun when you’re out for a night in London. If you’re Mickey Rourke that is. All pointy-toed shoes, ciggy mouth and sweaty moobs aside, I’d still hit it.
Mickey Rourke beating the crap out of the air in London at about 4:30 am…
Here we have Mickey Rourke demonstrating the 7th stage of Tequila intoxication. Beating the crap out someone only you can see at 4:30 in the morning while delicately holding a lit ciggy. I said it before, it’s lonely at the top yo…
The Iconography of Masks, a show curated by London based artist Jason Atomic , opens on July 30th at The Resistance Gallery in London. Masks will feature everything from from fetish hoods to death masks, created by artists and collectives like Suckadelic and Bigfoot, as well as new mask related paintings by Atomic himself.
Here’s my personal hero, Mickey Rourke, at lunch yesterday in Beverly Hills. Rourke’s lunch consisted of Diet Coke and a pack of Ciggy’s. All old man moob jokes aside, I’d still hit it.
Nothing to see here outside of a typical outing for Mickey Rourke in Los Angeles. Except this time instead of a chihuahua, Mickey’s rolling with a cockatoo. It’s lonely at the top Yo…
Mickey Rourke and his friend Lolly at Griffin NYC.
Here’s Mickey Rourke tongue wrestling a defenseless lollipop outside Griffin Nightclub, located in the meatpacking district of NYC. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Mickey goes in for the kill with Victoria’s Secret model Eugenia.
Last night, Mickey Rourke was introduced to 24 year old Victoria’s Secret model Eugenia Volodina. A few minutes later, this happened (above). Then this. Anyway, since Mickey is nearly twice her age, I’m inclinded to throw the old dog a virtual high-five. Just as soon as I finish bleaching my eyes out.
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If boozing was an olympic event, we would be on a box of Wheaties. If this all sounds familiar to you (and your mother), welcome home.
