New portrait from Saturno Butto
Zoe, red flower 2008, oil on canvas How appropriate that I get this today from Saturno Butto! There’s your Halloween, humans.
Halloween Cancelled This Year
But here is a festive postcard:
9am, Santa Monica + Gower
Phone cameras come through for us all, sometimes. Coffee and a mix of Crystal Castles and Beethoven on the headphones at the moment, trying remember last night’s dreams. Beep beep beep.
Tonight: Spinerette @ Spaceland
The sex-spider below is the handiwork of friend and Coilhouse #2 designer, miss Courtney Riot. She’s been working on merchandising for Spinerette, Brody Dalle’s new band, and in the process has gotten me addicted to their forthcoming album. Fortunately for my addiction, Spinerette is playing a rare concert tonight at Spaceland. We will be there, making the trouble. Join us and the friendly people of Silverlake for a night of raspy goodness, won’t you?
Mermaid Juice, Smurf Armageddon
Dye-day. I have to get my hands on this product [click]
Tom Waits Morning, 7am
A tree born crooked will never grow straight. Now – coffee.
My Morning In Pictures
This morning I had a shoot with one of my favorite photographers, Lou O’ Bedlam. We traveled to the wilds of Beverly Hills for a bit of nature and a lot of mosquitoes. What’s a little bloodshed in the name of art, right? Lou mostly shot medium format film but we did get a few Polaroids, see. Between this, Friday’s slumber party and the Jules Verne Festival at the Edison last night, it’s been a weekend well-spent. By the way, …
Tequila Sunrise
This weekend I took part in a mini slumber party at the Castle. Lumi, MarZ and I listened to our old companion Sol Invictus, drank mango margaritas and pored over the Codex Seraphinianus in bed. I’m convinced this needs to become a tradition and am willing to host the next one. There are several reasons I prefer drinking Tequila when I do drink. One is the almost fevered energy levels the morning after. We woke just in time to watch …
Hunger
By Fred Einaudi
2008 Scream Awards
I went, had a great time and lived to tell the story [but just barely]. My impressions reside on Coilhouse.
Deathrock Riot in Versailles
I absolutely have to work on a piece for a group show today, but before I even get out of bed I must jot down this dream. Apologies for the sleep-drenched prose ahead. Lumi and I were away in New York for a deathrock festival of some kind, thought it was neither DoV or Drop Dead. The entire thing took place in a lavish palace, the likes of which the U.S. have never seen – it was more akin to …
Photo Dump. Where I Dump on YOU!
Day trip to Malibu [where I climbed rocks in heels] MA:46 starring my main homedawgg Daniel, live at The Hive Gallery [They rocked it. Hard. Give a listen to my favorite track so far, here.] One more from around the apartment
This Is Our Country
If you are not yet registered to vote, or plan on not voting against this, consider us strangers. Terrifying. A living nightmare.
It Lives
I’ve gone 100% into Mission Mode. Apologies for lack of contact, posts, outfit photos, etc. I got distracted while photographing a sketch a few minutes ago, so here is a little something. I’m alive. Alive. Realized that my home base is pretty damn goth when I thought about decorating for Halloween. Short of filling this place with blood, there is nothing that can be done! More. WW1 postcards I found in a tiny thrift shop in Paris, jar of cicadas, …