We caught up with photographer/musician Airwolf (Justin Erougian) and Motez one overcast July day to shoot the shit, eat Kit Kats, and grab coffee.
In contrast Guy is a gloriously awful creation, treating Kit like shit at every opportunity, ranting and raving about the state of the world, humanity, and his own shitty luck at dying too young.
Hopefully their cool-as-shit calcite-shaped drum kit comes too.
But as they say on Hackney Marshes, "all the kit and still shit".
Sometimes I'd jump into my car to drive to Tesco and think: "Oh shit, I better get my kit on".
Secretly, I read a shit ton of books on Kit Carson when I was in the third grade and I've always wanted to live in the Rockies.
Fang calls vogue a "tool-kit to fuck shit up", one that has helped them transcend negative responses to their identity as brown and queer.
McCafferty told me, "My wife kept saying, 'Billy, the rape kit's gonna be coming down today!' I'm going, 'Where are you hearing this shit, Jody?' 'That's what they're saying on Twitter.' " In fact, no rape kit was ever performed.
While he was waiting, Freddy handed me a book that was sitting under a press kit for Digital Underground and said, "I just got this great book on semiotics—it's very interesting shit.
Shit!! Shit!! Shit!!! God-God-God damn it!
