yesterday i went to this little sandwich place called raps off shattuck for lunch. and on the walls were patrick nagel prints. like 3 of them.
but here you get like 11 of them or something. (click for more).
i was immediately transported back to the day that i found that huge nagel poster, (in a fucking frame no less) in the proo’ * house sophomore year. there was this weird closet by the stairs wherein there was a second hidden closet and me being inquisitve was trying to clean the place out from the stupid subletters and the renters from the year before. and i found this poster. and i was so thrilled. i don’t know what the appeal was/is. i think it was the gigantic size and the tackiness and the white white skin. (cough racist cough). so i showed it to everybody and was like, “yeah! poster! this is awesome!” and everyone was horrified and concerned about why they agreed to live with me and internally debating how they could possibly circumvent me mounting this poster on the wall. ** i think there was a mass action taken. because i have no idea what happened to that poster but it disappeared and i never got to put it up. i was distraught, believe you me. but now that i know where the crazy lady who makes the tasty sandwiches is, i can go look at her obsessively bad patrick nagel taste whenever i like or whenever i’m hungry. and you know what? that is a good, good thing.
*proo’ does in fact, contrary to popular gene belief, spell his name with two o’s and an apostrophe. why the ‘ i don’t know. however it appears to be an integral part of the name. along with the necessary accessories that make up the proo’ himself: the alligator shoes, the light rock music, the solid, solid round belly, the half open button down shirt, the large gold chain, the huge tinted sunglasses, the elderly single cruises, and the fishing off the coast of florida. all things that i gleaned during my one year long association with the man. oh and the fighter pilot early years of the man. oh yes. jason and i heard all about that one day, alone in the house, trapped and scared with our illegal kittens upstairs bound to start making noise any minute.
** which is funny that THIS (notice the poster behind us and who’s in it), got to go on the wall but a little patrick nagel somethin’ somethin’, did not. base and unfair people.
Arrrrrgh! You’ve got to warn me that pictures of me like that even exist before posting them. Now I’m scarred (and scared) for life.
Boy, those sideburns sure were sexy, though, right? Right?
My aunt used to have a Patrick Nagel print on her wall, and it invariably scared me each time I saw it anew. Nagel prints, those Walter and/or Margaret Keane pictures of big-eyed waify children just plain freak me out.
Sideburns are still ok.
I threw that Nagel print back into the sea where it belonged. It was a dark, stormy evening. The sea was angry that night. Plus, I was holding a Nagel print, which sucked.
Those prints remind me of Miami Vice. Them some tacky shit.
In 1984, I was a cocktail waitress at a club in New Orleans that had Nagel prints on every wall. Oh the nightmares I use to have…….Good times.
Oh my goodness! Look at all those youngin’s. Super cute pics. Even the one of Jacob. Cute cute cute cute cute.
That gorgeous picture of Michele and Kris in front of the Spice Girls poster? Is Kris actually wearing make up? HOLY of all that is holy!
You two sure are beautiful!!
there’s even pictures of me putting make-up on kristen. shocking!
you found a time when raps was open!! how was the food? I’ve been so curious because it seems like they are NEVER open…