Here are a taste of things to come:

I’m experimenting while also creating sets. Domo is a lovely model. And that broken glass and such? It’ll make sense sooner or later.

Tonight…was interesting.
On one hand it reminded me of my love for dance music and a dj who does it right. I truely love just listening to a good dj just throw it down. Love. Love. Love. I just do. And honestly the mp3 mixes I have will never compete with a live show. I love just standing there and taking it in. It just..feels so fucking GOOD.

On the other hand I was reminded of why I left nightlife. A world populated with many genuine good people who love what they are doing, but more so many ego centric jerks who just get off on making others feel like crap.

And the empty, bullshit world of agreements.

I agreed to drink tickets, a bottle and $60. I have none.

Why host…if your not even treated like one?

I ran up a $52 bar tab, I’m not even drunk but to deal in the situation I needed a drink. Or four.

And as someone I discussed with recently, going out is stressful. People take pictures of you. They gossip. Are you fat? Are you a drug addict again? Thanks to nightlife photographers and insecure adults these sort of things are fueled. There a threads and post devoted to hurting me. Going out to me feels like I’m strapped to a dart board. I hide from photographers because I don’t want to be put out there like that. Some sort of nightlife doll to throw pins at.

Anyways. As usual I find my love of music and nightlife battling against my desire to live else wise. To live sans negativity and immersed in art.

Three days of killer fucking parties!

Will we survive? Will my chastity belt stay on? Will I pee in an alley way? Will I smoke pot with a stranger? Will I touch Jessie Lees breasts?

Will I fuck someone at hiro ballroom and forget about it?

You will only know if you’re there. Or read my blog after the hangover fades.

Bigger Flyers and information after the jump!

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First off, thank you to everyone who came out last night and everyone who made the event possible and amazing. I had a great time, and it was such a high to finally show my work in public.

Secondly, for you losers who didn’t come here’s what I did show:

MUCH LOVE SINEAD <3333

Please come!!! Super cheap drinks and awesome art!

 Today I got a very special gallery from Adam Trash that lets you into his world that includes dirty movies, projections, an endless quest to find more and more old smut and me. And a pretty good amount of whiskey.

Adam Trash and 42st Pete last night at the showing.

This photo was taken at night! We swear!

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I thought this was cute. I’ll post the whole set on Monday.

Some pics from the Nightlife awards:

Check my bling!

Having a smoke after pretending to be the door girl. I don’t think Brendon James thought I did a good job.

I have sexy friends.

I’ve been in bed all day. I spent 5am - 1pm puking. Now I’m sipping ginger ale.

Baby Sinead, L Mag Awards, Bass from Baby Sinead on Vimeo.
I must say Michael T and Formika did an amazing and hilarious job as hosts though and Zachary Palmer did amazing as well. And I had fun playing Oregon Trail and lighting the bar with my breasts. Yes  I lit part of the bar with my breasts. HOW AMAZING IS THAT.

Hung with The Chimney Climbers from Sweden tonight. They make good sounds. If they didn’t I wouldn’t tell you about them.

Check them out here.

Check them out here.

Check them out here.

In other news my alchol tolerance is way too high, 2am and I’m capable of reading essays and taking notes for further research? WTFFFFFF Man I’ve become such a nerd. I think at this point I contemplate masturbating to text books sometimes.

Hay guys, I turned 21 and forgot how to party!

Also fell on my way to the club and split my knee but more importantly my favorite tights[hot pink, rose lace] open. I was bleeding everywhere but fuck my knee I need to replace my tights….and they’re from H&M six months ago!

In other news I don’t think I’ve gotten laid or even eaten some pussy in like three months. Ok two but it feels like three. I think it’s been a month since I sucked dick. I don’t exactly know, do people keep track of these things? I know girls track their periods[I don’t], so do some girls track their blowjobs[I don’t]?

questions yo.

FUCK that noise!

I spend my Satuday nights watching bad horror movies, doing laundry and kissing my kitty.

What do you do?

xxxo

Baby Sinead