Artist Todd DiCiurcio and friend Eric Ray Davidson, a fashion photographer whose work appears in the New York Times, GQ, and Elle, catch up and give us a tour of DiCiurcio’s studio. The place is a crazy collage of the artist’s life, from a nuclear physics relic to his guitar collection and surfboards. Since a Guided by Voices show over a decade ago, the artist has been making blind contour drawings at rock concerts, beginning when the music starts and ending when it stops. Bands include Dinosaur Jr., Broken Social Scene, and The Killers. See a selection of the original drawings in an exhibition titled LIVE, opening June 8th at Westwood Gallery in Soho, NYC.

This is not a dressed up feature—I wear this flannel every day here. And you never know who is going to walk through my studio door. My last three visits were Ed Westwick, Lynn Collins, and James Cavello (who now represents me at Westwood Gallery, NYC.).

Follow the light… It belonged to a Nuclear Physicist who ran for Congress. It can make popcorn and glows green. I’m using the energy for a vinyl experiment, so it will be installed by the record player soon.

This table is an antique. It belonged to my wife Megan’s grandparents. When looking for a place to store all of the residual matter from live shows, premieres, galas, events, and after-parties, this seemed like a perfect fit. The sage smudges the studio when needed. I nicked the ashtray from a hotel in Costa Rica fifteen years ago (they didn’t miss it). And I do love Hawley Arms in Camden.

The mess hall wall. Danny Fuller gave me a gorgeous print of his he shot of Nathan Fletcher at Heavy Pipeline. It’s the crown jewel—hence the Twilight Burger King crown. The other psychedelic surf poster is a shot from 1960 of Bill Hamilton by Ron Stoner, signed by Bill Hamilton. Attack the Block was one of my favorite films of 2011. I had a few evenings in the studio with Luke Treadaway (the lead in the film) and director Joe Cornish around premiere time here in NYC. This particular film poster was created exclusively for ComiCon. Will Insley at Westwood Gallery postcard under that. And the “dark target”-looking poster is from Robert Pollard’s NYC art exhibition Public Hi-Fi Balloon, which I co hosted with Mike Hogan. I hosted his debut exhibition Do The Collage in 2007 with Michael Imperioli. Always good times!

This is the Barnacle. Set your sails here for proper navigation… consult only with the doughboy with the vibe receptor eyes. Sometimes rescues need to be made if someone goes overboard here. The rescue board is circa 1960 Montauk—a thinking tool granted to me by Bob Melet.

Honest weight. No springs. How much does 600,000 volts weigh? An anorexic’s nightmare.

You really have to know how to get f****d up to appreciate this Vodka. Bong Vodka sponsored the art show Michael Imperioli and I hosted for Bob Pollard (of Guided by Voices) at Studio Dante. They wanted a picture of Michael holding it; he wasn’t sure if he should… funny moment. Later, Sotheby’s asked me to participate in a Duchamp-inspired art auction with some fantastic artists, so I did a bong edition, and this is one of them. I remember Dan Colen, Kenny Scharf, and I had all used different types of pipes. Classic.

This is a large-format Polaroid of myself with Harry and Luke Treadaway, Keepers of the Vibes shot by Jennifer Trausch. The deal was we would all share the print, but I’ve taken advantage of Luke and Harry’s fast-paced lifestyle and transient existences (i.e. their lack of permanent residence), so I get to keep it here.

Stimulation is King. This may well be the most borderline domestic-looking part of the studio, but it warrants less than domestic behavior; it’s more of a crash think tank. I like my music loud, and those amps are always plugged in. The window treatments are bamboo and lace, which I thought was quite original; Megan put that together, of course. The “Hex Yuck Face” window covering is a Wowch. I think Max Wowch used this as a cape to DJ in, which doubled as a pizza bib. The pillows were test prints of the t-shirt designs I created for my Gold show in London and Richard Phillips’s Most Wanted show at White Cube in London. The fabric on the chair with the records is a sample from my Rag and Bone collaboration used within a capsule for their Women’s Pre-Fall 2010. Rhythms, my fifteen-year-old cat is living it up on my great grandmother’s chair with his pals Blacky the bear and Shiva.

Left to right we have an Epiphone lefty I bought at a yard sale for fifteen bucks, a 20th Anniversary Paul Reed Smith signed to Chace Crawford (I promise I didn’t steal it—Ed brought it over and my friend Mike D’Arc of Peanut Butter Lovesicle fixed it up; I told Chace he could have it back but that it would come with a mandatory lesson), a Banjo on the floor, and a Mexican ’81 Fender Strat deluxe. The ’76 Music Master and 2010 Epiphone SG basses belong to Megan—the 2010 was a birthday present from me.

I picture the heater as a type of incubator—I had this wooden box built around it to dampen the sounds it makes. I place small things here for future assemblage ideas. The signed Isamu Noguchi poster always makes me ponder, as it is—incredibly—signed by him, yet was found in the garbage and gifted to me by my friend Bruce Lindsay.

I’m thinking about modifying this police scanner to be a ghost box. I’ll hook it up to the drum machine so the spirits can play a song. We’ll have a paranormal jam session… future installation. The NRA hat no longer lives here—it was adopted by a friend for his new bar, Strikers in Williamsburg.

These are two absorption works: Next Level Shit and Getting My Life Back, a diptych made this year. These can never be separated.

In this photo: the original drawing of Zoe Kravitz’s band. I would tell you their name, but last I checked they didn’t have one. Also in this photo is a custom Lost Stealth surfboard shaped for me by Matt Biolos. It is my favorite board. I’ve already broken the nose off and the deck is compressed, but it’s still magic.

Having Eric here to shoot these photos was the best way to get a feel for the studio. And it gave me an opportunity to shoot his mug for a Polaroid book project I’m working on titled 2H. Eric and I were introduced by Danny Masterson (the Godfather) a few years back. It’s a tequila love triangle. Eric’s wife, Ilaria Urbinati, is one of the best stylists in entertainment and often works with Megan.