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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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.
Ink/digital. For the current show at The Hive Gallery.
Day 7: rooftop Bullied by friends and my own ambition, I’ve decided to try the 365 project again. For those not in the know, the 365 project exists between 12,000+ people on flickr and in the collective consciousness as the thing where you take a self portrait every single day for one year. It’s an art project, it’s a try new things with camera, locations and editing project. It’s a sort of diary I can actually maintain, a dialogue with …
1 — 12/31/08 2 — 01/01/09 Also, it is now certain that I’ll be making a stop at The Hive Gallery tonight to pimp my bee, as well as Club Suicide for a work engagement, after. See you there!