LES #tbt on Flickr.
Lived on Clinton between Stanton and Rivington in 2005 and 2006. Shitty apartment, lots of drinking, usual 20s milieu. Also noteworthy: the Stormtrooper pin that Allison bought me in Disneyland, and a 1” repping our Cribbage club, CRIB DEATH, as well as an ancient FMC (Ford Motor Company) snapback. Finally, I wore Chucks that entire winter and I’m surprised I still have my toes.
I made zines with Allison from 2004 to 2006 when we lived in Seattle and New York. Back then we just wrote to write. It was all surreal zigzagging and zany jokes. And some distasteful ones like that rape list Allison put together because somebody she knew got raped and somebody else she knew was callous about it. But what I really forgot were those drawings we did, which may be my favorite thing in the “issues” now. Makes me wanna draw more, and maybe I will.
Selena Meyer knows what’s really up (and what’s keeping her down) in the world of world politics, and just the world.
(It’s a bad thing, btw.)
More than a year ago I sat down with Abel Ferrara and Shanyn Leigh, on the occasion of their film 4:44 Last Day on Earth opening the 2012 SF IndieFest, and we talked about a bunch of stuff. I was too much of a bum to do anything with the video I shot (it doesn’t look great, tbh) so I decided, after watching the new DSK trailer, why not just put this up on the tumblr. I’m a lousy interviewer, as evidenced here, and I even turn it into a selfish project at the end, which is kinda hilarious and stupid, but Abel is enough of a live wire that I get drowned out (I trust) and we all laugh a lot. He did give me some good advice (use Skype to rehearse!) and I shoulda put his name in the thanks on that first short. Oh well, so it goes. (Oh, and, needless to say, I have yet to make my version of Gang of Four, but it’s coming, I promise, because this is a tumblr and it’s all about me me me.)
Bonus link: Andrew W.K. interviewed Spencer Sweeney a while ago.
ABEL FERRARA - WELCOME TO NEW YORK
Something about this is sexy, of course, because you gotta tantalize to get butts in seats. Another thing about this is terrifying, of course, because duh. I like that it’s set exclusively in New York, too, for the simple fact that that city does a lot of things to people, especially when sex is involved, because New York is so much about power and so is good sex. Well, good sex is about a lot of stuff, and maybe not all of this is good sex, but the naughty kind of fooling around (look at that idiom!) sure has a lot of transgression built into it, so, in a city built on power (money = power; still sad but true; sad for the poor?) it makes sense it would provide the perfect proscenium for this taudry mess of flesh. I mean, in that last “scene” all I can see is Depardieu-as-flesh. I hope it’s as gross-sexy a film as a Lucien Freud painting.
