biorequiem:Zoetica Ebb

Brain-zapped after two hours’ worth of crosshatching, so it’s PICTURE TIME.

Naked on a Las Vegas morning, last week.

New workroom - not finished just yet, but it’s getting close.

One of three new illustrations for Coilhouse #4 I’m working on.

Between hair colors - red’s next. Also, the other side of the work room. Found this wheelchair on the side of the road, going home from the pig zone at 6am some years ago.

And that’s all, for now. More Vegas adventure pics sometime soon!

Hello, my dearest internetionals. The time has come for me to share my latest and to ask the pressing question: What is up? As for me,

1. Weather

Talking about the weather is acceptable when it’s an absolutely perfect morning. I woke up a little past 6am to the sound of rain crashing into the windows. Am now merged with couch, laptop and a mug of what’s supposed to be coffee but is mostly caramel sauce. Candles and writing mode are switched on. Email is finally getting answered. King of the world, etc.

This is from a few months ago, taken with my phone.

2. Czech

The Czech agent I mentioned in this post has arrived, brought cheesesticks, is in my apartment, asleep.

At Urth Cafe, shell shocked by an introduction to boba.

3. Brain

A Change has been brewing over the past year and has finally birthed itself, splashing noisily out of my brain for all of you to see right here. Or not to see, rather. All this means in immediate terms is a rigid work regimen, and selective emotional frugality. Just doing inventory and scraping the barnacles off the ol’ spaceship, you see.

Crystal spider web at my grandmother’s.

Me, age 9

I know, I know - BORING. Fortunately, I’ve been a productive photo-assassin. Took a great many pictures in the past couple of weeks and am about to blast your faces with all my ChinaShop galleries and naked laydeez. Hang on to your pants, peepsicles, and remember to rate my ChinaShop photos by clicking the little cups at the end of each post!

Urban Exploration: LA’s Little Tokyo

Downtown Art Walk

Cool Cats Pop-Up on Melrose

Heyy, it’s that guy from that band.

An Evening at the Cemetery, With Popcorn [cemetery screenings are back!]

Damn it Janet! It’s The Rocky Horror Picture Show!

This ran rather long, didn’t it? Let’s make a deal - I’ll make a separate post with nothing but hot bitches soon.  Here’s a sampling, to hold you over.

Until next time!

365 Self Portraits Project [click for full size]

ChinaShop Galleries:

Baby Tattoo Presents: Dr. Sketchy’s LA Re-Launch

Getting Down in Camden Town

Bettie Page: Heaven Bound reception with Lenora Claire

Montmartre, We Meet Again!

Fashion update on Haute Macabre [click photo to read article]

Random bits

By Lou O’Bedlam, from April

By Paul Sizer

From my phone

Stepped on glass, dug it out. Victory!

Taking a break between shoots with a Patty-made artichoke and Annika.

Friends, in this case Andrew Yoon. Polaroid by Michael Hans.

Until the future!

Josh yelled at me for not updating but I’m not sorry. See, I’ve been busy doing one of my favorite things which is, in fact, working on a psychotic schedule. My days start before 6 and end after midnight because I refuse to give up the night or the sun rising. Drawing, shooting, writing, compiling, editing while simultaneously taking care of things I’d been putting off for too long.

Photo by Courtney Rot

Also laughing. A lot. Most hours are spent in hospital scrubs and a Batman T-shirt making or checking off list items and scaring the neighbors when I venture out to walk the dog. But I haven’t come here empty-handed. A myriad of photos is waiting for you to give your love and devotion.

Now on Chinashop:

Remember when I went to Texas, drank several gallons of tequila and shot thousands of photos for Chinashop? I do. Vaguely. In any case, one of my favorite assignments was capturing Scottish band Twin Atlantic experience real Mexican food for the first time on their first day in America. Those of you following me on Twitter might remember several mentions of them during the trip. That gallery is up now, so click on this shit right here.

Another highlight of the Austin adventure was going vintage shopping with Black Gold drummer Than Luu. Than Luu is tall, bald and sassy. You can see more here.

Also.

- going to MA46 shows

and modeling their hand-screened merch

Photo by Andrew Yoon

- managed to take a few 365 photos

- waiting for this conspicuous character to arrive from Czechlandia with promised Czech cheese sticks

- killed and stuffed a wild boar

Business as usual.

I just finished a quick, fun interview for A Stroke of Pink, a social media haven that connects young women between the ages of 13 to 21 who desire a career in the fashion industry. This site is in its early stages and I think it’s going to be a supreme source of inspiration for young women. I’m completely honored to be their very first It Girl. Click below to read about Europe, Elton’s Oscar party and more.

Europe, by the way, was a mad tornado of an adventure. There will be photos soon, but here is one for now, taken from a taxi window as I was leaving Paris.

And another one of dear friend and handsome devil Warren Ellis. Also taken in a taxi, in Camden, where I left him shortly after.

It’s Coilhouse Issue 3 crunch time now - see you when the smoke clears!

Oh, hello. I’ve been in London for the past two days and am heading to Paris in the moring. This a little announcement to let you know that I am taking some photos of my trip and will be making them visible to the world on Chinashop, as time allows.

A couple of weeks ago [though it feels like much longer after SXSW] I shot a few quick press images for that hot band MA46. Here they be. Don’t ask me about Daniel’s hair, I had nothing to with it.

Their shadow puppets will fuck you up, son. Now please, go buy the Letters and Numbers EP on iTunes.

Dearest peeps! I’m in Texas shooting and micro-blogging for Chinashop. We have a lovely inter-continental team covering all sorts of culture stuff going on around town and it’s been a fantastic week so far. I love Austin, my colleagues and the stuff I’ve been doing. I’m dead, and I do mean dead tired at the moment, which means I’ll have to go into further detail later. The website is in early stages still and our content is going up slowly, but here’s a very small sampling of what I’ve been doing!

Photos of the 32 Bit /Laughing Squid /etc. party This was totally unexpected and last minute, but so much fun!

Austin St. Pattie’s

Bonus: Emily Hagins, Zombie Girl [photo+mini-video]

Why, hello there! It’s been a couple of weeks and indeed there is “updating” to do.

First of all, a huge thank you for all the comments on the tattoo post.  Overwhelmed by all the positive feedback and still inlove with the piece. Can’t wait until Tim and I meet again so we can finish it. In the meantime if you’re in New York you should all get inked by him.

Two things are happening on Monday.

1. The first ever official Coilhouse T-shirt , featuring my Inform girl from Issue 1, will go on sale for 1 week only. It’s $19.99 and available in 2 styles! Don’t miss your chance to own one of these sexy mother fuckers - we’ll stop taking orders at on Friday at midnight. Click for details and ordering instructions.

2. At 9 am I’ll be taking flight in the direction of Texas, for that big bad madhouse they call SXSW. They also tell me there will be drinking, debauchery and lots and lots of music. I’ll be documenting my adventures and the scene at a new music/culture blog that’s crazy enough to ask me to do so. More on that soon.

Other things that happened:

+ my recent Coilhouse posts: 1, 2, 3

+ my recent Haute Macabre posts 1, 2

+ at the price of complete hermitage finished new Inform/Inspire/Infect girls for the next issue of Coilhouse. A sneak peek:

+ have been setting up my home-zone for optimum efficiency. Observe:

+ had lots of meetings

+ finally met Gala and Nubs

+ shot promo images for MA46

+ loved Watchmen

+ meant to mention this sooner, but right after my return from Vegas I went to Elton John’s annual Oscar party and had a great time. Elton’s a man who can appreciate a good pair of glasses. On that topic, I have barely had any time to go out, but I have managed a select few dinners, shows and trips to the Edison. The apple pie a la mode at Jones Cafe proved particularly memorable.

+ the ghost of the 365 project, where I take maybe 2 self-portraits/week, is chugging along. Who knew it would be so hard to make time for this? Part of the problem is that I really don’t want 365 photos of just my head.

Somewhere it’s morning

Orchid Forest

I’m sure there’s plenty more I’m forgetting. I have a fairly mind-blowing list of missions to attend to before I fly away so it’s best we pause this pleasant chat until later. For less coherent, but more frequent updates you can follow me on Twitter. Listen to Courage Wolf: Climb the highest mountain. Punch the face of god.

It is reborn, at last. 6 hours today, and now we must wait. Tim, thank you. You’re an inky god among mortals.

At this exact moment I’m in North Hollywood, about to get tattooed for the first time in 3 years by the one and only mister Tim Kern. Needless to say I’m extremely excited. Today we’ll be working on finishing my back piece. Sweet baby Einstein it’s been much too long.

In other news, I’m still not mentally prepared to talk about Vegas and likely never will be. However, I’m happy to let you know that I’ll be in Austin, TX very soon - blogging the music portion of SXSW this year. And now it’s time for my subdermal ink injection. ZOOM!

I’m in Nevada for the near future. Photo-documentation can be monitored here, for now, though I may not have internet again until my return. Be good.

Oh look! A mini-post. I felt the fact that Q and I were just caught in an intense hailstorm right here in Angel City needed to be documented. But the photo is from yesterday. Yes, ice chunks drumming out a mad rhythm on the car’s roof and bouncing off the wet pavement all around us, me screaming a happy scream and turning up the strange radio station I happened across minutes earlier. A moment for the ages, interpeeps.

Side note: re-watching Polanski’s Macbeth last night over pastries and tequila caused serious intoxication and impressively incoherent conversations thereafter.  Sweet flaming christ that was fun. And on a rare personal note, I am reminded that I have wonderful friends, no matter how busy we all get. Friends who offer hot chocolate, couches, pastries and ears when I need them most. I’m a lucky, lucky spacegirl.

P.S. Just got an amazing haircut by Chris at Fur salon in Silver Lake. Go see Chris, he’s new there and needs clients.

Work upheaval. Time, shrinking. Woke up to a steel sky and a head full of silly dreams. Tub of coffee is helping, but the sun is already creeping, which I detest. I would prefer to luxuriate in, oh, 3 hours of pre-sunrise gray perfection each day.

There may be manic updates from Vegas next week, but until then I leave you with this panel from Uzumaki [The Spiral] And Kino’s Blood Type lyrics. I feel that, together, they accurately capture my present state.

I’m still unsure of my feelings toward David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive but Rebekah Del Río singing Llorando has not left me since I watched it some years ago.

Last night at the Edwardian Ball [which was the best time I've had at an event in eons] to my awe, a woman with blue light spilling out from behind her performed this piece a capella to the full-to-capacity Tower theater. I didn’t catch her name and can’t seem to find anything online. Anyone?

Edit: I’m being told by one source that it was actually Rebekah Del Rio herself. Confirmation needed.

Under the jump the original version of the song, by Roy Orbison.

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Hello! This is post #600 on this version of BioRequiem. I will celebrate. Also, a few things:

I’ve been researching the Uyghur people in spare moments. This part of my heritage is fairly mysterious to me, as my Uyghur grandfather was an orphan and knew nothing of his tribe. Because I don’t have any serious time to dedicate, I’ve learned little, so far: 1. seems modern Uyghurs are fairly set on starting shit in China. 2. Uyghur women have exciting hair and dances. Also, I adore the music in the video below.

Skipping days with the 365 project, but that’s not exactly new.  Still, here:

Working a lot, though it doesn’t feel like enough. Since I don’t think I could sleep any less and function, I need a time-extension machine.

Need new wine glasses. This may not sound serious, but if you knew how many of them I break with regularity, you’d understand.

Trajectory:

• Laguna Beach in an hour
• Las Vegas in 2 weeks
• possibly San Francisco the last weekend of February
• London and Paris in April
• China soon? I hope so.

Coilhouse loves you.

Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. -Lewis Carroll

What? Hey! Below are those vertical photos I mentioned earlier, and I’m off to prepare for what should be a very fun shoot for Coilhouse Issue 3. And while we’re on the topic, this week the Coilhouse blog was bumpin’ - there is something from all of us - Nadya, Mer, yours truly, David, Copyranter AND Double Agent Oh No:

• Hirotoshi Ito: The Meat Inside the Stones
• Oh My Friggin’ Kung-Fu Grip ‘Bama
• Weekly Ad Uncoiling: Pattex Glue
• Bill Morrison at Silent Movie Theater
• All Tomorrows: Goodbye, Algis Budrys
• The Magenta Foundation Stares into the American Sun
• Crabapple Takes Los Angeles: mine and Molly’s very casual video
• BTC: Ambidexterous, Autonomous Phasing Soloist

Aaand I even wrote a new post for the gents, on Haute Macabre: Rick Owens Makes Savage Love to the Runway.

Sunset Boulevard, nighttime

Jezel in LA! Tea! Look at that smile!

Silent Movie Theater last night, after the Bill Morrison screening.

365 photo for yesterday. Today’s should be a wider shot.

And it rained all night, while I slept. Having missed so much of it, I feel somewhat robbed by the universe. Still, the smell remains, and the morning clouds are making me happy. These are optimal working conditions of which I intend to take full advantage.

Now, a mixed offering of photos for ye gods of Internet, while I wrestle with an especially unruly mug of coffee.

The 365 project is downright impossible, but I’m trying.

Obama-Lincoln mural at the Ru Paul art opening

Train, last night

I have more, but they’re vertical. Which means a separate post at some point.

Courtney and I made a video tribute to the Match.com ads polluting already-filthy-with-ads Myspace. For the uninitiated, these ads feature faux video chattin’ men who seem to peer at you from the screen and attempt seduction. The little sign says “In my ear”, hence the title.

I hesitate to post an example of these ads here but there is a screenshot under the cut, for those who have never seen one of these things. Believe me when I say they are much, much more terrifying in motion.

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Making myself presentable for a night of dancing but first! Molly Crabapple and I being fierce and dodging demon gum drops from hell. Unfortunately, the only way to fight a demon gum drop is by sticking out one’s elbows like so. This was last night at RuPaul’s Drag Race exhibit at World of Wonder gallery. So packed “even Perez couldn’t get in”, according to bewildered whispers outside.

Oh, LA. Such a cruel mistress.

We left and went to The Edison right after this photo was taken. Mm, machinery, chocolate martini and electric squid.

Too _______ to blog. Stay tuned, darlings.

A small token of pure terror, for now: 14 year old me giving Lolita a run for her money.