Excerpt from a recent interview of The Bulimic Bohemian by Cool Hunting:
CH: Why the Bulimic Bohemian?
TBB: Being a blogger, a dj, a graphic designer I am someone who needs the internet. I use it. I need other people to consume what I create. And in turn, in order to stay up to date, to be fresh, to curate in the current culture I must consume. I must consume perhaps even more than those that I rely on. Ultimately, I want to consume more than anyone so it is I who is presenting the digital ephemera to them under my artistic influence. Therefore, I binge. I hoard culture in spurts. Those in my cypher say that I “whore it”. It’s an amalgam of the verb to hoard and the meaning of whore. Soullessly I become a function: x is put in and y is shot out. Chasing the euphoric high of over-consumption is the nausea, the regret, the overwhelming feeling of hatred. And so I must purge. I must empty it all out. I spew my downloaded songs out in the form of mixes. I regurgitate memes on my facebook and in gchat statuses. And fulfilling the pathology that is the bulimic bohemian I vomit out disdain, overshadowing my self-loathing, for all those involved in the aspects of our online, networked life.
CH: So you love Cool Hunting?
:::> The Bulimic Bohemian
![RAD DECENT
A hometown veteran of Diplo’s once outdoor BBQ that has turned into a co-branding, marketing machine fueling the angst of teenage transplants all over the hollowed cities of this country, I was genuinely psyched about the Mad Decent Block Parties this year. I was working my schedule out so that I could make it back to Philly. I was even contemplating trolling down to the South Street Seaport and joining the peanut gallery for some sweat, sweets, and sing-a-longs.
In the end my hopes were melted by what I like to call the Hipster Village or CHINA! and what newjack/upstart Philly kids call the Piazza.[Side note* my most recent interaction with a philly native ended in me having to explain what jawn means] The Piazza is a hell hole fart nest in the Bushwick analog of Philly, and Diplo moved his fete to the center commons this year.
I could bitch about Hipsters for hours, ask seldom/ever, but the real revelation for me this past weekend was not in Philly, and did not involve hipsters. It was in the City I once called the capital of the world, NYC, and it involved ravers. Suped up club kids dropped in by parachute, bedazzled in the all the midwest has to offer, these dayglos were climbing all over the McKibbin dorms L stop clawing to get to the Block Party and really express themselves.
I like to think they keep getting younger, but that’s just my psychopathology caressing my conscience. Check the documentation by weird magic.
:::> WEIRD MAGIC
:::> dacops
:::> seldom/ever](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp9vszBuxc1qbcjgko1_400.jpg)
![SPAM
It’s been a while since I posted. So here we go.
Some flyer work I did for DJ BENTO in Japan.
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