Photo by Michael T Regan
Huge thanks to the fabulous Kelly White at the City Paper and Philebrity for being one of the few journalists that has accurately and fairly captured what White Ts is all about in this week’s issue of the City Paper. You can read the article in its entirety here. I’m pissed we didn’t get the cover shot. If that picture isn’t a cover shot, I don’t know what is (CERTAINLY NOT THIS!! WTF?!). Oh well. Next time.
Anyway, funny story about that picture. That first railing that Bo and I are posing on is only like 8 or 9 feet off the ground but I was scared OUT OF MY MIND trying to climb onto that thing. It of course didn’t help that SUPER HUMAN MAN Dan the Swede was climbing up and down that jawn like he was Spiderman on speed. That didn’t make me feel any better about myself. It took me literally like 15 or 20 minutes of convincing and rallying and pep-talking to finally put myself out there on that stupid rail. After I hopped down onto the ground and looked up at the stupid thing, I quickly realized how big of a wuss I truly am. Pathetic.
But, it made for a really hot picture even though my jeans look young as hell and my scrunched up mean-mug face gives credence to the widely held belief in my neighborhood that I look like Jim Jones. People actually call me “Jim” in my neighborhood (and I must shout out Diplo for being the first person to notice my unfortunate likeness to this ugly man). Hilarious.
Big shout out to my visvims that made their first appearance in print. I was telling Bo before the shoot, “I’m getting these shoes in this picture some how or other.” I did. And thank god I was wearing black socks.
Anyway, pick up a City Paper and hang us on your walls you bastards.