In the Latin market, Del has written and produced with artists Yuri, Soraya, Thalia, Paulina Rubio, AB Quintanilla, and Celia Cruz, to name a few.
Basically, Del’s the best and we’re so very glad that he’s our homie. Standard tuned for more collaborations in the future, and if you are interested in contacting Del about commissioned artwork, feel free to shoot him an email or call (704) 870-1222.
Pickles and Pizza had a bit of Xmas fun this week. They got a little creative and wrote a poem, then shot a video to go along with it. Hippie Holidaze!
(FOLLOW THIS LINK TO BUY THE T-SHIrT FEATURED IN THE VIDEO).
To watch the video in all of its glorious entirety, see below.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the shop;
No ideas were stirring, just the odor of pot;
all the T-Shirts were folded neatly with care,
As Piazza lit a joint with no intention to share;
The scums were nestled all ready to print,
With visions of xmas SHIrTS covered in lint;
When, what to Piazza’s wondering mind should appear,
But a wreath made of pot leaves, as the weed smoke cleared
Then jolly fat Pickles, sat up so quick,
He knew in that moment the idea was sick.
“Off to the presses” Mr. Pickles exclaimed!
Piazza walked to the project thanking his brain
“Grab the SQUEEGEES! the SCREENS! now, THE INK start the MIXEN!
This graphic's UNCOMMON! not STUPID, it’s BITCHIN’!
Load the shirts on the plattens! let’s print them all!
Now print away! print away! — OH MY GOD, YOU’RE SO BALD”
Would you prefer if I covered my head,
Or dressed as an elf, or maybe Santa instead;
No, Pickles, you’re Santa, you’re bearded and fat
If my baldness is bothering you, buy me a hat.
You did good little elf, now go print these tees!
So Santa can relax and smoke some more trees!
Alright I will, I’ll bang these right out
But please pas the joint before it goes out;
Here you go little scum, but don’t get too high
Because we must deliver these by sleigh in the sky
Then, the two scums flew out of sight,
HIPPIE HOLIDAZE TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT.
GRAPHIC RE-CREATION, SIMULATED PROCESS PRINTING: ROSES/FORKS COLOR-WHEELS BY HARLAN G. HOFFMAN, LOCAL ARTIST/PAINTER
We had an awesome opportunity to screen print some custom t-shirts based on the artwork of local painter and photographer, Harlan G. Hoffman: @HarlanGHoffman — whose paintings are derived less from thought, but more from a scattered receptivity and openness; a letting go of what's known. He ran a very successful fabric design business in New York and worked with the visual merchandising departments of nearly every major department store in the U.S. His fabrics and wall coverings are in the collection of the Smithsonian, through the Cooper Hewitt Museum in New York. He has taught at the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising and the Armory Art Center. Basically, he’s the man, and he commissioned a very interesting project.
We had the Grande pleasure of Choreographing some screen printing Techniques in Support of Ballet Florida and a group art exhibit of multiple disciples called The November Show, which took place on the 25th of said month. With a Cavalier attitude and to the Beats of our own drums, we Balanced each t-shirt with the perfect Placement, marking The Center of them with a Keith Haring-esque graphic. We weren’t printing Leotards, we were printing T-SHIrTS! And, way more than Deux of them.
(This is our attempt at using ballet terms throughout the description ;)
Enzo “Fat Enzo” Piccirillo — ??/??/2002 - 11/22/2017
Enzo “Fat Enzo” Piccirillo, age 15 (105 in dog years), passed away unexpectedly of natural causes on the shop floor of the company he name-saked on November 22nd (the anniversary of the JFK assassination), in the year of our Lord, 2017. “Fatty” was the inspiration behind our trademarked logo: a silhouette of a dog pooping out a “T-SHIT” or “T-SHIrT”. He was an even-tempered Chow/Golden Retriever mix with golden yellow hair and a genuine disposition to be fat and chill. He loved to eat and poop. Then, eat and poop, again. He loved the snow and the beach, equally — anything wet. He swam in the lakes of Prospect Park, Brooklyn, and the gulf at Fort DeSoto Park and the Atlantic Ocean at Juno Beach, respectively. He was born in Gainesville, helped stop an armed robbery in St. Petersburg (Florida, not Russia), and travelled by subway in NYC once when his best buddy, Bobby Pickles, parked the car in a tow away zone across the street from Central Park. He climbed five flights of stairs for a year and a half, while living in a building with no elevator. He walked miles daily for a year, while living in a quaint Connecticut home at the mouth of the Pequonnock River Trail. He retired to South Florida, where his tired hips grew weak, but that didn’t stop his trips to the beach via an all-terrain wagon. He was loved and beloved. His best friend, Bobby Pickles, is going to miss him terribly. But, he is survived by an American corporation whose motto is “Made in a Sweatshop in the U.S.A.” — and that’s not too shabby for a fat mutt from Gator Country.
For some reason, the good people over at Junior Achievement of the Palm Beaches & Treasure Coast, Inc. felt we would be a good fit for JA Global Entrepreneurship Week. This is us speaking for an hour in front of 100 kids in the #DECA program at Royal Palm Beach High School. Pickles spoke with the eloquence of a college professor, while Piazza befuddled every word containing an “R”. Sadly, this was Enzo's final live event.
FAT ENZO T-SHIrTS
"Made in a Sweatshop in the U.S.A."