Fatlace Klssic. Part I

So where to start? I didn't know about this event until my co-worker and friend Chris, texted me one night asking if I was going. I thought it was going to be a ghetto hella-flush event, until he mentioned "FATLACE." Once I heard that I knew it was going to be a nice event. I arranged things with my friends, most of them ended up going.

The show started at 11 a.m. and that day I opened and had to work until 2 p.m. When I got off work I realized that everyone had left, and it was only me and Tarci who got left behind. Luckily us, Edson saved the day since he drove from Novato to San Rafael to pick us up. (thanks again man)

It was a short drive, once there I got the hook up on the media pass too bad Tarci couldn't get it, it was disappointing and sad. Once in there Edson, Abraham, Tarci and I joined the rest of the guys Jason, Carlos, and Johnny. It was nice to see those kids, specially Jason since he was actually walking with crutches. About a month ago he got in a bad motorcycle accident. And Johnny well is always nice to see that perb.

Once in the show, Tarci and I didn't lose time and went off to snap some shots.

There were some really nice cars, a rare 1990 celica GT4 which reminded me of the celica I totaled back when I was 14. The show had a little bit of everything, but mostly old school, JDM, hella-flush, some hella stupid flush, wanna be jdm, etc. But overall a good number of cars, most were clean, but the type of clean cars that are daily driven which made the show a little bit not surprising for me, because it was something that I see in NWP on my daily basis. However, I can relate to the owners of those cars the ones that are daily driven and showed, . People with tight budget who are after their passion, and have a goal for themselves and their car.

Overall a good show with great organization, my favorite part was the drifting. Really cool people behind the steering wheel, even dah one of them almost ran me over with his 240.

Something that really cracked me up, was the number of creepers that attended the show. The reasons why I go to a carshow are:

1)Have a good time with friends

2)Cars

3)Cars

and 4) yeah some of the models.

However, I like to take pics of models but maybe just a couple, but seriously 90% of the people who had cameras at the show were creepers. There was a model who barely possed with a lexus and out of the blue like 30 creepers jumped to snaps some pictures, and Tarci was one of them. I took only one picture of the model who was alright looking, and the rest of the pics were about the creepers-Tarci included.

L to R: Carlos, Jason, Edson, Abraham, and Johnny.

Jason and Edson matching on everything even their movements.

Carlos talking about how he hates hondas.

Johnny looking at some girl, Carlos looking at the food place and Jason just staring at Johnny's ass which poped out.

Carlos being serious.

Tarci

Really clean, rare GT4. I don't think anyone realized that this car had some rare parts, like the jdm white corner lights all around. Different set of wheels will set it off.

Stock engine bay.

JDM front end integra with a full wired tuck engine bay and an H22 engine setup.

This STI had a nice stance.

no kid is not flushed.

I don't think anyone noticed that this M3 had Porsche Carrera GT seats. I wonder how he got those seats.

Clean NSX

Clean civic, with nice wheels, but I'm still not a fan of the hella flush low offset trend in fwd cars.

At least he's a supporter of Joey and The Chronicles.

clean datsun.

And the heart, 2JZ engine- supra engine.

I don't know who the owner is, but the DA on the left belongs to one of the guys from ATS garage. First thing I noticed was the wheels. I remember those wheels from the super street feature that Fred Chapman got 2 years ago in his ek20 beast.

Interesting EG sitting on some old school Mugen wheels.

This is the model walking towards the lexus to poss for the official photographer from fatlace, while the creepers approached the scene

This is the picture of the model, you can see all the creepers starting to pile up, and this fool jumped in front of me...wtf man.

From L to R: Tarci and all the creepers with and with out cameras.

The point of view of a creeper. (left profile)

Different point of view of a creeper (right profile)

This is it for tonight, I'll post the drift part as soon as I can. It was a nice event, it would've been much better, or I could've enjoy it even more if it wouldn't been so hot; in addition to the fact that I was wearing a black tee plus a 98F temperature = FAIL.

The Legion of Honor, Part II

The Legion of Honor is an awesome museum, I highly recommend it, is gret even when you are not into art like me. There were couple expositions of paintings and newspapers from France, I think they'll be over until next month, so if you can go and take a look.

The first thing that you'll see, that meets you in the center of the museum, is an statue of a guy, who of course is naked, (you have to be naked or showing an intimate part of your body to become something artistic) The statue is black, glossy black, pretty cool. We started to watch the rigth side of the museum, that part mainly contained catholic paintings, and a couple of Jesus christ. I was rushing taking pictures, and moving quick around the museum. I didn't even have time to pay attentiong to all the statues, paintings that were really intense. The left side of the museum has an exposition of some mummy. Is pretty cool, you get to see the real mummy and a model of the skull of the mummy showing the reason why he died and so on.

We spent at least an hour and thirty minutes, and through all that time Laura and I walked with a headache. Another reason why I couldn't appreciate more of the things in the museum. We walked out kind of happy that we finally were going home, that alleviated our headache and on top of that the tasty sandwich that we ate also helped. After having part of our digestion done, we walked through the fog. I was tired, my feet hurt and that night I had to work.

The museum was a great experience, and writing about the things that I saw and the ones that impacted me, helped me to find a side of me that I wasn't aware of; that I do like art, specially the type of art that is controversial, unique and the exception to the rule.

In the same way, I really like the pictures that I took. I got some really nice shots, I love my fish eye lense, it has an unique effect which helps you see the world of the picture in a different way.

Our way back wasn't any different, except that we felt the bus ride much more shorter and comfortable.

My favorite painting.

Trip to the "Legion of Honor" Museum Part I

I love photography, and I love it even more when its combine with cars. In the begining of this semester I decided to take a digital photography class. I was excited about the class because it also involved playing/working with photoshop. But all my excitement changed because the photoshops sessions are just too boring and long, and I have to add that there are quite a few students in the class who don't even know how to use a computer-won't reveal, ages, or gender.

The class, in which I'm in requires a lot of dedication, like the rest of any college class, but this one demands me to move around a lot. And since I'm carless it's hard for me to move around to nice locations and snap some good shots. Transportation is being an issue, and with that said, I remember when the teacher said that we were going to a field trip, and that we needed to figure out the way to get there. Indeed I did, yet I should've chosen the people with whom I carpool'ed with the day of the field trip carefully. We got lost, and never got to our destination.

That day I knew that I needed to hit a local museum by myself, and had to be quick since my paper was due in 3 days. I knew of couple local museums. Not so local, they are in the city. I had two options, The Young Museum, and The Legion of Honor. I decided to go for the last one. I remember that my friend Carlos Almendarez had visited The Legion of Honor, and God I loved the pictures that he took of the outside and the art in the inside.

On the night before going to what was going to be a nice trip, I decided to text my partner in crime Laura to see if she wanted to go with me, and luckily me she agreed. Laura took care of finding our way to the museum and food.

The following day we met at the local transit center, saw a couple unique/epic things, like a car going wrong way in a street that is 4 lanes wide with full traffic coming on his way. That guy failed.

Anyways, we both were looking forward to having a nice day, even though both had headaches.

We took a total of six buses, 3 to get to the museum and 3 on our way back. One of the buses smelled like shit, human feces, whatever you want to call it. I realized the huge contrast between the Marin County buses and the S.F. buses. People in S.F. just don't give a fuck, in every single thing.

The temperature drastically change as well, I think that made our headaches even worse. I had no idea on which bus to take, I just knew on which cardinal point we needed to go; on the other hand Laura was a pro about the bus situation, we even got to save around $6 thanks to her urban skills.

After we got off the last bus, which took us to our destination, we walked around 3 blocks. On that portion of our trip there we walked for a while behind a guy who was smoking weed. That is another factor that made our headaches get worse. Three blocks after, one huge hill and 10 minutes later we had arrived to our destination.

The museum has a high quality architecture, with out mentioning the attention to detail and art that is in it. I took so many pictures of the outside. It was so nice, too bad the fog was too heavy. Otherwise I would had enjoyed it even more.

This are just some pics of the outside. The rest will come with the second part of the trip.

Sephia version

Closer look.

Me, looking up at the roof and pillars.

Laura looking up at the statue.

Me for reason, looking up, again.

"Legion of Honor" and no, I don't know French.

The door that led me to discover a part of myself.