Found the novel/novella I wrote when I dropped out of Berkeley and moved to New York. I thought I’d lost it. But here it is, complete with notes from my old friend Strenski, and a ton of my own margin scribbles. It’s about 100 pages. I’m going to re-type it, without edits, for digital posterity. To re-write would be foolish, and wrong. It’s embarrassing to read, sure, but at least I did it, once upon a time, and I’m going to guess the writing I do now is stronger for this effort. I’d like to think I’ve reigned in the wish fulfillment, and am closer to interpreting myself in more productive, everyday ways. Til the next one…
11:42 am • 22 July 2014 • 5 notes
Elaine May during postproduction on Mikey and Nicky:
"May seemed to enjoy the minutiae of editing (in its way, a visual analogue to improvisation), although at times her habits became erratic. Some nights she would return to the editing bays after the editors had gone home, with Cassavetes in tow, and systematically undo everything the editors had done that day, then disappear for forty-eight hours. Cassavetes, Falk, and the writer Peter Feibleman were among the chosen few allowed to visit. At some point during postproduction, Jeannie Berlin also moved into the Sunset Marquis. May herself rarely ventured out, save to troll from her suite to the cutting room, her figure wraith-like, her face occasionally painted with intense mask like makeup. She had forbidden the maids from entering her private bedroom for ten months, and when she left the remaining production staff found rotting banana peels and apple cores strewn in her bed, the charred remains of TV dinners in the oven, the blackout curtains across all the windows. She’d written notes to herself in lipstick across all the mirrors. May seemed to lived primarily on pills and health food. At one point she even commanded an underling to bring her only pink food. "If you put any salt in the food," May told one waitress, "I will die right here."
From Rachel Abramowitz’ Is That a Gun in Your Pocket?
The kind of thing you’d rather not know, but enjoy knowing nonetheless, because, let’s face it, mania persists in creation.
10:54 am • 22 July 2014 • 15 notes
Sean Axmaker talks with Barry Jenkins about his short films, the subject of the latest video from Kevin B. Lee (5’57”).
1:35 pm • 15 July 2014 • 20 notes
Backstage at Maison Martin Margiela Artisanal F/W 2014
The Margiela masks that have appeared over the past couple years/seasons (I don’t know; I just know Ye wears them too) make no sense to me—in any coherent argument at least—but I find them enchanting, beautiful, mysteriously sexy. Something about the Baroque, something about denial, everything about design. I don’t even go for BDSM vibes in general, but there’s a kind of power in the effacement that I can’t quite put a finger on other than it rejects the world on its terms and forces its audience to reckon it/its wearer on his/her terms. I’m sure somebody smarter has theorized these things better, but, in short, the mask rearranges the encounter; these masks in particular posit a world bejeweled.
1:15 pm • 14 July 2014 • 264 notes
Four and change on Flickr.
It was a good run, and coincided nicely with a certain reboot for me as well. Thanks for one of the weirdest basketball teams ever, and two absolutely transcendent championship seasons. I’m mixed about returning to Dan Gilbert, but the letter makes it seem like growth has happened on both sides. Glad you got your “college experience,” my dude.
Now: KYRIE LOBS!
10:28 am • 11 July 2014 • 4 notes