Living For The City Is Dead. {1}

In case it hadn’t become painfully obvious. Living For The City Is Dead.

It was a good run; a breathing archive for my life over the last 7 years. As my interests evolved, the subject matter did – I’d always kind of liked that I could look back at any given time and see what my friends and I were doing in that particular moment. I think that’s what I’ll miss the most.

As more and more people seem to be interested in what you’re doing or what you have to say, you start to gain an inflated sense of importance – as if what you’re thinking, feeling or doing actually matters… Truth is, it probably doesn’t.

I’ve become increasingly critical of the way people share their stories and the things they choose to expose about themselves to the world – as this happened, I’ve become increasingly anxious about the things I choose to share about myself. Glass houses and all, you know?

Or maybe I’ve just gotten lazier and Instagram is just way easier… Either way, it’s time to pull the plug. Maybe it’ll eventually become something else? Maybe it won’t.

Hopefully, if you’re reading this, you’ve enjoyed this little blog and I most certainly appreciate all the support and feedback I’ve been given over the years.

The buds, forever.
Matt

Keep On Pushin’ {0}

Barbee… Natas… Hensley… MacKaye… Nuff said.

Only CoolGuys™ {0}

Thanks For Ruining Shell-Art {0}

I’ve spent a reasonable amount of time on the West Coast but I’d always find myself either in Southern California or Vancouver and never in between so when an opportunity to go to Portland for a work photo shoot, despite the fact that I’ve spent more time on the road than I’d like lately, I gladly accepted the offer.

Mt St Helens

I was working mostly at nights (outside, in the rain…) so I didn’t get much opportunity to explore all the usual stuff like bars, restaurants and the like. Then during the day I was catching up a lot on work from back home so I didn’t get much opportunity to explore the city, either. I did, however, get just enough of a taste for the city to make me want to go back and really spend some time there… I’d really like to get out of the city a bit because the surrounding area seems pretty awesome.

Burnside Bridge

Burnside Bridge

Right near my hotel, just up from Stumptown & The Ace there is a pretty cool little strip that housed Tanner Goods, Imogene + Willie, and Poler which came in handy when I realized I’d packed horribly inappropriately and needed a rain-coat.

Stumptown Coffee - Portland, Oregon

Tanner Goods - Portland Oregon

Tanner Goods - Portland Oregon

Imogene + Willie - Portland, Oregon

Imogene + Willie - Portland, Oregon

Imogene + Willie - Portland, Oregon

A Definite High-Point was checking out See-See Motorcycles & Coffee – the fine folks who put on The 1 Show.

See See Coffee & Motorcycles - Portland, Oregon

See See Coffee & Motorcycles - Portland, Oregon

See See Coffee & Motorcycles - Portland, Oregon

See See Coffee & Motorcycles - Portland, Oregon

See See Coffee & Motorcycles - Portland, Oregon

See See Coffee & Motorcycles - Portland, Oregon

See See Coffee & Motorcycles - Portland, Oregon

See See Coffee & Motorcycles - Portland, Oregon

See See Coffee & Motorcycles - Portland, Oregon

See See Coffee & Motorcycles - Portland, Oregon

See See Coffee & Motorcycles - Portland, Oregon

See See Coffee & Motorcycles - Portland, Oregon

See See Coffee & Motorcycles - Portland, Oregon

I ducked into a place called Sizzle Pie to wait out the rain while walking back to my hotel and was super pleasantly surprised. All the pizzas were named after punk, metal and stoner rock classics (I had the D-Beat) and there was a ton of 80’s skate iconography used everywhere so I felt right at home.

Sizzle Pie - Portland, Oregon

Everyone said “you gotta try Voodoo Doughnut!”

VooDoo Donuts - Portland, Oregon

Sounds good but I’ll tell you one thing I will not do…

VooDoo Donuts - Portland, Oregon

…and that’s stand in line for Doughnuts!

Burnside Bridge

There’s a lot of really cool stuff happening there – a strong local identity with an emphasis on hand-made, locally produced things that I can definitely get down with. Most of the folks I met were super awesome but I definitely felt a kind of weird, aggressive undercurrent running throughout the city. It’s like all worst things about hippies and the worst things about yuppies smashed together into terrible super-human dickheads…

Basically, everything you’ve seen on Portlandia is true. Maybe that’s why I like it – can’t wait to go back.

I Remember My First Love {0}

I saw this fella last night at The Danforth Music Hall and it was pretty incredible. I had expected something entirely different based on the few tracks I’d heard and was pleasantly surprised by just how fucking good McMorrow and his band really are. Each member of the group is a multi-instrumentalist, incredible singer and his songs give each them lots of room to show off their ranges – if they roll through your down do yourself a favor and check it out.

You Think That All Your Time Is Used – Too Busy Earnin’ {0}

The Ice Cream! {0}

Find Me In Da Club – Don’t You Dare Rub {0}

Forget about the Vortex! Get some Goretex! Deals! Deals! Deals! {0}

Bikes On Wheels Vortex Sale

Mama Tried {0}

I’ve been working in Milwaukee for the last couple of weeks which has been pretty exhausting, but one of the perks of working with The Motor Company is getting the opportunity to check things out that are only happening there… The second leg of this trip happened to coincide with Mama Tried- an indoor motorcycle invitational… In Milwaukee… During the winter… So, “indoor” is a necessary distinction.

My friend, and co-worker Lyndsey was already going and bringing with her a bunch of Chicago wildcats so I knew it was going to be good weekend to stick around…

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1968 Hirotake Arai R-7M {0}

1968 Hirotake Arai R-7M

1968 Hirotake Arai R-7M

Bell Bullitt: Redux {0}

A couple months ago the Bell Bullitt was officially announced and I was so stoked that they’d a) not just ripped off Chad Hodge’s design without license and b) kept the helmet true to form. It’s nice to learn a little bit about the young man who started it all.

Murmuration {0}

Beacon Mfg. Co. {0}

A little while ago, I won an instagram contest with Toronto based Beacon Mfg Co. wherein I won a pair of their beautiful copper Arrow Brackets.

Beacon Mfg Co - Arrow Brackets

They sat around for a little while as so much of the wall-space in the house is spoken for but eventually I figured that we could use a little bit of shelf space in the bathroom so I threw some screws in the wall and dug up a piece of old, shitty wood that I salvaged from a city construction project out in front of the house a few years ago.

Beacon Manufacturing

Now my photos are nowhere nearly as curated or beautiful as the one above, but you get the point… If you’re looking for furniture or things like this made by people who care about what they do and know exactly what they are doing – check out Beacon!

Beacon Manufacturing

Like A Rising Tide, Like A Sleepless Night {0}

Martin Vlach Photography

Martin Vlach Photography

Martin Vlach Photography

Martin Vlach Photography

Martin Vlach Photography

Martin Vlach Photography

Martin Vlach Photography

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Buried Treasure {0}

A little while ago one of my cousins took over my grandmother’s home up, which has been vacant now for some time, and in doing so a bunch of boxes made their way to my parent’s house which always means that a bunch of old stuff will make it’s way to me.

In one of those boxes was a pair of my grandfather’s riding gauntlets, likely purchased anywhere from the 1930’s – 1950s range.

Like something straight out of Rin Tanaka’s Harley-Davidson Book of Fashions; 1910s-1950s.

Rin Tanaka - Harley-Davidson Book Of Fashions

I also inherited his old wallet which he retired in 1964.

Everything had a coating of mould on it so I hit them with a solution made of water, vinegar & a standard kitchen/bathroom mould spray. Worked pretty well.

Pictured above with some of my father’s cap guns from when he was a young pup.

The greatest treasures of all, though, were the contents of the wallet. A seemingly endless catalog of his life. What he bought, who he’d bought it from, people he’d met, etc.

Pictured above is about 1/8th of the things in there…

Amongst the rifle ammo receipts, stamps and various licenses were these cards that he’d collected and for one reason or another kept and marked with religious references…

Makes sense, somehow… my grandmother was a minister who’d built her on church on some of her land up in Haliburton. Still an odd little piece of history from a place in time long since lost.