Today I watched a video that made me think of my old homie Dash Snow and all of the fun nights we had together. He died way too fucking young, but he left his mark on the world. I think everyone who knows him will have different memories of him. For me, Dash represented someone I could always talk to about my love of punk rock and Black Flag. It seemed he was always willing to share whatever he had with his friends. The last time I saw him was at his art show in Los Angeles, and he seemed mad fucking happy, but maybe that was a mask for inner pain. He will always live on in my mind in the form of wild nights on the streets of the Lower East Side. He was a sick grafitti artist who was down for whatever to get his tag up all around the city…Now check out how Dash used his Polaroids to communicate!
Photos from ASX
James Wolf
August 22, 2015 at 10:45 am
Rock Paulobster, eres tú?
Cliff Moser
August 21, 2015 at 10:37 am
Damm he had a lot of coke!! sitting on the porno mag!!
Steve Sweet
August 21, 2015 at 4:05 am
These are awesome. Have they ever been published?
John Phillip Mäkinen
August 21, 2015 at 2:05 am
Moments like these never last