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February 27, 2010 3:10 AM / born 2 synthesize |
February 7, 2010 11:54 PM / sexy jgl |
December 26, 2009 1:36 PM / glued togetherhere are the images from the entries that i had to delete because they got broken by spam. sorry person who knows about some wow gold in wow and person who likes to post very long strings of the word 'fuck', you must now find a new playground :).
 
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December 6, 2009 12:02 PM / i could still come home to this
 
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April 14, 2008 1:40 PM / a heaven, a gateway, a poke |
June 4, 2007 6:35 PM / cocky in a box
Bring Me the Boy's Stash
edition on purpose 0002
 
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April 16, 2007 3:57 PM / R I P
James Lyons, filmed by Todd Haynes
things James Lyons and i had in common: admirers of Todd Haynes, riders of the Brooklyn F train, members of ACT UP  
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April 14, 2007 1:45 PM / this friend of mine from L.A. |
February 14, 2007 10:23 PM / Soma drought 04 |
January 21, 2007 1:11 AM / Sexy Martin Tomlinson
 
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January 10, 2007 11:48 PM / do you write with blue or black ink
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December 24, 2006 2:31 PM / Strange as angels |
December 10, 2006 7:10 AM / 1985
as previously promised, here is the mp3 to the song from which Look at My Hands takes its title. this song has a few of my favorite guitar riffs ever. in particular, i love the one that first starts at about 0:31 and repeats several times throughout the song. right- or ctrl-click to save / 320kbps mp3 / ~9MB Green Grow the Rushes by R.E.M. extra photograph  
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December 10, 2006 3:48 AM / the beautiful face of discomfort
Top: Kermit Oswald 1981. The photo is from his own collection, but I don't know who snapped it. Kermit was Keith Haring's best friend throughout his childhood, and when Keith was briefly studying commercial art at a now-defunct art school in Pittsburgh, Kermit organized a carful of Keith's friends to all go visit him as a surprise, in conjunction with some art thing Keith was doing there at the time. Kermit was surprised by how much this touched Keith, his major impression of the experience being that Keith Haring, the artist, was 'obviously on his way'. Kermit saw the edges of a star expanding fast, fusing light. He also remembers that Keith tried to talk to him, but something stalled and failed. He remembers being embarrassed without understanding why. ^that's interpretive, some of it. K+K were of course best friends; the Pittsburgh carful happened; the 'obviously' quote is real. The remainder =how I read one of the memories Kermit shares in Keith Haring's official biography [1991], a book composed of quotes from Haring and people who knew him [family, friends, boyfriends, artists, musicians, Timothy Leary, etc]. Kermit Oswald has a few long passages. I find myself absolutely stuck on his story. different scene from Kermit, in his own words [emphases mine]; When Keith and I graduated from high school, Keith went off to Pittsburgh, and I enrolled at the Kutztown State Teachers College, which is now called Kutztown State University. [...] Now: not to say that a single thing Keith H ever said to Kermit about loving Kermit's art was disingenuous. Not to say that at all. Keith was probably the biggest fan of Kermit Oswald's art who ever lived [for those familiar with another discourse, we might say Keith Haring : Kermit Oswald :: Morrissey : Linder Sterling]. And, certainly, Kermit makes his art sound completely prophetic for 1977. Just reading his descriptions of his work, you can tell Kermit Oswald is a fantastic rhetorician/bullshitter, or he is a genius that hardly anyone ever knew because he thought, quote, 'you can't really go after art; it's more like it wants you.' Still, Kermit eventually did get a workspace one day, a place in Nyc where he could paint, and like I said before, he ended up doing a whole bunch of paintings of trees that apparently no one found even the slightest bit interesting, because I've never been able to learn anything about them other than the fact that they exist[ed?]. I'd really love to see them.
Even though Keith and I were separated and doing our different things, we still kept up our friendship. In fact, he'd come back from Pittsburgh and so we'd be in contact every thirty or forty days. And, we were always writing to each other. I mean I have these really beautiful letters from Keith and these incredible drawings that he'd send me. The letters didn't make sense, somehow, because I wasn't aware of the gay issue... all of a sudden this guy I've been spending my whole childhood with turns around and has an attraction for me. Yeah. First of all, what I would give to read those letters and see those drawings. Wow. And yeah second, you probably don't become a major artist if people think you had sex with Keith Haring and this is somehow a problem for you. Rushing to point out that you did everything 'but' that is... 'what it is'? Is that actually a helpful way to think about it, 'it is what it is'? Maybe Kermit is right when he says that art has to claim you, and not the other way around, but I think he is talking only about himself. of course anyway, yeah. discomfort Has  
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December 8, 2006 12:19 AM / Because i'm happy to be like i was in the first place
 
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December 7, 2006 12:30 AM / we move the pages before they can move us
we're relatively close to the stage, maybe 5 rows back. when Michael Stipe first appears, he looks like he's wearing about 2 layers of clothing, max, like maybe 2 t-shirts with a pair of jeans. throughout the concert, swear to fucking god, he must take off like 10 different tops. he never looks like he's wearing more than 1 or 2 shirts at any time, but they keep coming off and keep coming off. his arms get totally bare and he starts to flex, blinking at his Krazy Kat tattoo. still, from someplace, the shirts keep coming off. he never gets down to a bare chest, never runs out of shirts. Michael Stipe is, at that point, the most desirable thing i have ever seen. an animal so beautiful, i don't realize it's eating me. the title for this drawing comes from one of my favorite R.E.M. songs, Green Grow the Rushes. mp3 maybe tomorrow.  
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November 14, 2006 8:48 AM / sometimes i like to save part for myself
 
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November 6, 2006 6:38 AM / and i always find it strange when people say 'oh, he used to' when he still does
for me it's also in the same basic genre as Shoplifting. i want to do more drawings about... that kind of uneasy, yet unabashed, reaching out... ?  
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October 31, 2006 10:33 PM / if the Statue of Liberty... not sure how to finish that
 
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October 29, 2006 1:48 PM / phrase on a sundaythe title of Long May It Last comes from one of my favorite songs ever, i could listen to it every day Why Don't You Find Out for Yourself by Morrissey [320kbps mp3 / around 8MB] the album title is one of my favorite puns. Vauxhall is all kinds of things, including a make of car, a district of London, a British bar someplace [maybe also London], and a Tube stop. but also: Vox, Hall and I. yeahhh. go Moz. also, the phrase 'Long may it last' is the best tattoo i've ever seen on anyone. if you're out there, Mary of Los Angeles [you know who you are], i would love to draw your tattoo if you would like to send me a picture of your arm.  
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October 29, 2006 12:04 AM / these boys fucking hate Panic at the Disco
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October 25, 2006 1:56 PM / he casts the most incredible silhouette ever |
October 25, 2006 12:51 PM / babe at 13 anos
-- Ollie has a skyline behind his head [top left] and radiant countries on his shirt because he's lived so many places. this is the first drawing i did with a 'Uniball Vision' pen. it's a writing pen. fine-tip.  
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October 25, 2006 10:42 AM / Happy birthday to someone I've never met
-- this is my first drawing with Sharpie- the 'ultra fine point' kind, of which i bought 24 in assorted colors yesterday for under $1 apiece. bizarrely, the colors have no names or numbers! i wanted numbers!! they give good line, if kind of 'dotty'. it's still maybe slightly thick for paper this size. i have some gigantic easel paper [no i don't have an easel but i have a very big safetyglass desk]; i would like to do a very big drawing with maybe 2 or 3 colors of Sharpie. i still haven't tried the fountain pen + nibs i bought yesterday. i fell asleep before i could.  
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October 24, 2006 9:24 PM / your basic 'boyfriend as equal-opportunity angel'
 
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October 21, 2006 7:50 AM / the antithesis of timeless beautywell obviously the moment was captured, so in that sense, yeah, his beauty is eternal. but i look at Bjørn Andresen aged 15 and i just feel time passing so rapidly, with the intensity of a physical sensation. was he 15? i think he may have actually been 14 in these stills. Death in Venice [hail Visconti] is one of my all-time favorite movies and all-time favorite pieces of art in any media. it's better, even, than the Mann book. shit you not.
 
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October 20, 2006 2:14 AM / Sexy Keith HaringHa, finding shit like this makes me want to manifesto, 'every [populist?] artist of any note, who has ever lived, has made use of the red + at some point.' Warhol's red-painted cross silk screening: easy for_instance. Maybe there are better red +'s in Warhol to discover. Anyway, Keith Haring's art was always a lot sexier than him as a person [although he was incredibly photogenic]. I hadn't really thought about him or his art for a really long time when I most recently started using the +; it wasn't a conscious reference to anything, though I have drawn the + in margins and shit since I was a very little kid. But Haring's art has been in my life an incredibly long time, as it's basically modern art training wheels. The cartoon version. I bought Keith Haring Editions on Paper 1982-1990 [the Katz book] for an incredibly low price, like $25 maybe, in Boston, over ten years ago. It's an outsize book so it's followed me anyplace I've had large bookshelf space, including to Brooklyn. Until I picked up that Mao Mag thing I mentioned, I hadn't thought about Keith Haring or his art for years. In my recent reappraisal of his stuff, I've been pleased to discover [1] dude was a genius
'Untitled', 1985. Yeah, basically all his works were untitled, and their number is staggering. It makes me want to sit down with all his work and title it. I mean, not like I feel my connection to the work is _that_ special or anything, but I'm competent at writing titles. Who does not love to title their artwork? That's fucking daft. It's totally the best part. This 1985 one, I think I call it Red Plus.  
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October 19, 2006 7:47 PM / Sexy Michael Stipe
outfit 1: 2005, 'i raided Conor Oberst's closet, blow me' outfit 2 photo by Todd Oldham; don't know who shot the first one.  
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October 15, 2006 7:46 PM / Half the story |
October 2, 2006 8:50 AM / Robert and Patti in a kitchen
Robert Mapplethorpe and Patti Smith  
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September 29, 2006 10:59 PM / Hollywood Bl
Josh Winter, 2005 Josh used to play bass with my boyfriend and me. Now he plays keyboards in Waterlaso. I took this photo in an apartment building on Hollywood Bl that was once owned by Peter Falk. While Steven and I were living there, we spotted Ron Jeremy in the building several times. He didn't live there, but at least one time, he was clearly there filming a porn movie. He was in the lobby coercing some poor woman who kept saying 'I don't want to do that with that guy here'.  
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September 27, 2006 11:59 AM / a model named Snider |
September 12, 2006 8:58 PM / oh baby babySexual jealousy at the state of the art
 
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September 11, 2006 12:46 AM / Robert Robert
Robert Mapplethorpe, shot by Andy Warhol, 1983 [left] both Polaroid  
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September 9, 2006 4:51 PM / Steven |
September 6, 2006 2:06 AM / gang |
August 22, 2006 5:21 PM / Kind of like thisThese are 4 stills from my favorite film, Blow Job by Andy Warhol, which I have cropped into squares.
 
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July 25, 2006 8:47 PM / kraftythe one on the right in the top one, and on the floor in the bottom one, sent me two of the most amazing letters, once, before he got famous. just look at him; imagine what getting a letter from him must be like; you don't know half of it.
Virginia Puff-Paint by Jeremy Laing, 2004 Jeremy Laing and Will Munro, shot by Bruce LaBruce  
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July 21, 2006 1:28 AM / Meant 2
Jake, 2004  
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July 21, 2006 12:12 AM / Meant
Ryan McGinley and Kent somebody, 2006  
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July 18, 2006 2:41 AM / He got so excited he came on his thighsOne of my favorite Lou Reed songs, from 2000's Ecstasy. I'll label it an 'overlooked' masterpiece because no one has ever spoken to me about it. Rock Minuet  
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July 7, 2006 12:52 AM / Revealing translation
In the 1997 Taschen 'Complete Works 1976-1996' for Pierre et Gilles (perhaps the best $40 that has ever been spent on a gift for me*), there's an essay written in French by Bernard Marcadé. It's translated into English by Martyn Back and into German by Uta Grosenick. There's also an essay written in English by Dan Cameron. It's translated into French by Frédéric Maurin, and into German, again by Uta Grosenick. I think in both cases, Uta Grosenick actually translated the English version into German, not either French version, but obviously I don't know (might you know?). Anyway, translator irrespective- the essay titles are as follows- - - -  
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July 3, 2006 11:46 PM / just a little piece.. smaller.. smallerReasons to Live
 
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June 30, 2006 10:06 PM / Homme |
May 2, 2006 9:11 PM / Unspeakably spokenHe's been in two stunning films, Todd Haynes' Velvet Goldmine and Mike Figgis' The Loss of Sexual Innocence. Other than that, the crap-roster is pretty incredible - from that Woody Allen movie to indie garbage like B Monkey to the painfully calculated attempt at a cult hit that is Killer Tongue, it's hard to know where to begin. Bend It Like Beckham is enjoyable enough and probably his best-known film, but still he's perching, waiting to be really seen, actually remembered. Maybe his role in the next James Bond movie will be the one, but I sort of doubt it. It must be said, neither Velvet Goldmine nor The Loss of Sexual Innocence demands much of him as an actor. He plays the former in more-or-less one tone (to good effect), and he has almost no lines in the latter. Not to say he's a poor actor, precisely, but he seems to have two effective strategies, blankness and melodrama. When he tries for something in between, it rarely works. If films were still silent, he'd be one of The Ones. For me, he's a symbol, what of, I don't know. He's one of the beauties, and if he's remembered, it will probably be for that only. His surface is endless and holy. Anyone who claims that physical beauty has symmetry at its heart has never closely studied his face.
Jonathan Rhys Meyers, photographed by Greg Lotus  
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March 30, 2006 3:25 PM / first person I ever wanted to beMost days, still kind of do. Michael Stipe, 2003, photographed by? One of the best live versions I have ever heard of ANY song by ANYONE is Harborcoat by R.E.M. from the 'Bochum 1985' bootleg. It makes me wish I could be Bill Berry as well, or rather play the drums the way he did back in 1985. Harborcoat live in Germany, 1985 Too bad, isn't it, that the most recent R.E.M. album, Around the Sun, was such crap? Given that it was an overt response to 9/11 and the Iraq war, the impression I got was, 'OK, the war has creatively destroyed R.E.M.' I have high hopes for the next R.E.M. album, though. I found New Adventures in Hi-Fi and Up both subpar (the former, dreadfully so - why in hell does everyone call it their 'return to form'? it's SHIT!). But after those records, they made Reveal, their best album since Murmur. Beat a Drum  
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March 29, 2006 2:09 PM / Bad musicians I want to have sex withTheir talent is not in music making, but in physical beauty. Martin Tomlinson, Selfish Cunt
Authority Confrontation live in London, c. 2004 Tom Atkin, The Paddingtons
Tommy's Disease live in London, c. 2004 -  
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March 27, 2006 6:30 PM / Salvageart not meant to be seen or heard by anybody
 
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March 26, 2006 10:59 AM / Leaving here with you
Nick McCarthy and Alex Kapranos, V Festival, 2004 another by Andrew Kendall  
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March 25, 2006 11:10 AM / The Thief's Journalp. 22 'This means that treachery is beautiful if it makes us sing.'  
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March 25, 2006 6:49 AM / KnowledgeMorrissey, March 1985, photographed by Stephen Wright
 
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March 24, 2006 12:12 AM / The Boys in the Band
Carl Barât and Pete Doherty, 2003 photographs by the peerless Andrew Kendall My favorite track by The Libertines, one of the best songs ever written, is Last Post on the Bugle from their second and final album. Last Post on the Bugle  
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