This is an acrylic on a wood cut-out in the New Mexico style of Santo paintings. It’s about 17 inches high and maybe 7 inches wide at its widest point, kind of a coffin shape. The bridge in the back is the Coronado Bridge and Santo Cholo is holding a low rider and the Kiosko from Chicano Park.
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Our favorite OG, Creeper, shares the exercise techniques that kept him strong and healthy when he was in San Quentin, including his exclusive weighted chancla routine — in CholoFit Advanced. [Frankie Quiñones stars as Creeper.]
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A Compton homie fell down and went boom, so he called 911 for a medical assistance. The conversation didn’t go as planned. [NSFW language.]
A homie chillin’ on the back porch gets dissed by a most unexpected character — your neighborhood smart-ass crow. [NSFW F-bombs.]
Hey Vato! Smiley and Chuy discuss the meaning of respect with a little help from existentialist soap tycoon Albert Camay. For a while, anyhow. [NSFW F-bomb.]
Public affairs documentary producer Charles Cahill presents Street Gangs: Challenge to Law Enforcement a 1970s training movie digitized from a 16mm film purchased on eBay, according to YouTube uploader GuilfordGhost.
Who are the OG’s in the video? Recognize anyone? Has anything changed?
What do a Buddhist meditation teacher and a Thai policeman have in common? They both think they are “Mexican gangsters” because tats, Pendletons, leaning like a cholo and saying “Fuck the popo!” [NSFW lyrics and explicit subtitles in English.]
Ditto two Armenian gang-bangers who were deported from Southern California back to the Old World; these vatos locos are fighting for Bashar al-Assad in Syria:
(PNS reporting from LAS VEGAS) Exciting new tablet/mobile apps and wearable tech were the stars at Friday’s Cholo Electronics Show (CES) here.
Generating the most buzz was the free Chologram™ app from Firme Junior Systems of Oakland. The Instagram wannabe showed off software with patented La Vida Loca Lifestyle image effects, including the one-click application of teardrop tattoos to a facial image. The premium version ($5.99) removes teardrop tattoos from a photo. The application runs on iOS and Android systems, smartphones and tablets. No pinches Windows phones.
A homeboy in Compton fell and got an ouchie, so he called 911 for an ambulance. The conversation didn’t go as planned. [NSFW language.]
Working out is hard to do, as Hey Vato! homie Chuy pumps iron and homie Smiley ponders irony in a backyard in the barrio. (NSFW language.)
- Every Hey Vato! video here: Complete ‘Hey Vato!’ NSFW existential angst of Chuy y Smiley (videos)
All the homies are doin’ the Harlem Shake, but which version is the best?
Harlem Shake v3 (Mexican Edition)
When Jan Brewja, governor of the Hate State of Arizona (photo,right), officially announced her absence from the jurisdiction, concerned Americans began a desperate search for LOST GOV, posting flyers on telephone polls and all over the Internets.
Her mysterious disappearance almost overshadowed the shocking revelation of Iowa’s Brian Peterson, who finally had to come to grips with the fact that he watches telenovelas for the boobs, not to learn Spanish like he originally told himself.
And in San Diego, a multimillionaire commissioned a billboard to get himself a new girlfriend for Christmas — a “Christmas Latina.” Our Especial Correspondents uncovered some earlier versions of the billboard, and an intrepid photographer snapped the final version of the message.
Here are the links to the top stories that broke the ñews:
When you roll with the East Side Locos, you have to learn proper tagging technique…or else.
- Yakuza lowriders? Check.
- Spanish Crip-walking cholo wannabes? Check.
- Good ole boy Southern Comfort luchador-looking surf rockers? Check.
Face it, brown is the new black. Today’s example? Japanese cholas!
The two posses walk the walk, stare the stare and meet up in neutral territory. What comes next?
We don’t really know what to say about this, so we’ll let VICE tell the story in this report from Monterrey, MX:
Every Sunday afternoon, after dancing all weekend at bars and clubs around town, a bunch of Mexican Colombianos gather outside the 7-Eleven at the bottom of the Latino Tower in downtown Monterrey. Taking their cues from LA’s cholos and some mythical ideal of tropical Colombia, they wear huge plaid and Hawaiian shirts over the baggiest Dickies you’ve ever seen. These are color-coordinated with their Converse and shoelaces whenever possible (one kid we met rotates four pairs of Chucks with seven different colors of laces) and then topped with a customized baseball cap worn just tight enough that it doesn’t cover their whole head but gingerly rests on their bangs. Every visible inch of hat space is cluttered with airbrushed or embroidered writing, including its wearer’s nickname, his girlfriend’s name, his clique’s name, the radio station he listens to, the neighborhood he’s from, etc.