Mr. Bones, you have an interesting camp in the making, it is evolving, as the theme suggests.
i make "erotic furniture" as a hobby, and sometimes paid diversion from the humdrum of Bars and restaurants and peoples barK-O-Loungers.
take a look, i have ALOT more, and some videos of "the fuck chair" a monster, now dismantled, that featured a hand blown, (no pun intended, really) glass dilly attached to a paint mixer motor with a two inch throw.
those i would e-mail to you if you so wish.
i would like to offer my support and my hands to your Luxurious Lounge.
more pics....
http://www.lux666.com/photos/index.php? ... mFilters=t
check out the tables.
i dont have much money, (well, actually i do, compared with most of the globe, so it's relative i suppose) but i do have "mad skills" and could contribute labor, and some materials, as i often have leftovers from big jobs. (fabric, foam, etc etc)
of course, the catch.....transpo.....we would have to figure out a way to get said product (i am calling all artwork 'product' now, god bless damien hirst) to you as i am in Western NY.
might as well be canada.
i made all the daybeds and cushy-cushs in the chill dome at root society for the past two years.
but he has a truck that rolls thru from boston, so the logisticvs are'nt bad.
just a thought....no time like the present to get started.
and maybe, just maybe, i'll actually get out and SEE the city this year, god-dammit.
pm me if you think you might be needing new members in your entourage,
it would be a tent for two, my trophy wife, oh wait, that was the american dream, my BotFem and I, and we leave a very small footprint, if any at all..
i will still be making stuff for RS, but i cannot spend another year 20 ft from the biggest fucking sub-woofers in this hemisphere.
all of my gall stones have already been removed, and i can withstand even a waco-like sonic psy-op with style...however, my better half needs sleep every now and then, unlike the extremely focused and attentive me.
"turn it up motherfuckers" is what i would yell at the B.A.T.F as they
'play the chickens being slaughtered" tape, but like i said, that is me, and i am a twisted fuck who still has a taste for fucking happy hard core, i'm so ashamed.
damn....focus....ok.....as i was saying, we have gone way past the "this is it, last fucking year" phase, breezed right thru the "well, maybe if we could scale it back a little" phase, to "hey, lets stay at some other camp, and still do the gig with RS but without the constant intrusion of THOOOOOOM, THUMP THUMP.THOOOOOOOOOM." phase.
thanks. the photos look HOT and thats not because i have a flame decorating motif soft spot in my heart either.
simon.
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