Peter McGough’s Book is Out on Tuesday!

Book Launch: I've Seen The Future and I'm Not Going by Peter McGough in conversation with Christopher Bollen (Brooklyn Book Festival Bookends Event)

Tuesday Sep 17, 2019
7:00 pm – 9:00 pm

POWERHOUSE @ the Archway 
28 Adams Street (Corner of Adams & Water St. Facebook event found here.  A Brooklyn Book Festival Bookend event.

A memoir of New York in the 1980s and 1990s–a time of both enormous creativity and decadence–told by an artist who was at the center of it all, including the AIDS epidemic, and survived to tell the story.

Peter McGough–half of the team of McDermott & McGough, artists known for their painting, photography, sculpture, and film–writes about the trauma of growing up gay in 1950s suburbia; about the East Village art scene of the 1980s when he knew Keith Haring, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Andy Warhol, Jeff Koons and Julian Schnabel; and about his meeting David McDermott who would profoundly change his life by insisting they dress, live, and work like men in the Victorian era. From then on, wherever they lived–in New York City or in upstate New York–they lived without electricity or any other modern conveniences. Their art, called “Time Maps” was concerned with sexuality, bigotry, and AIDS, and their photography–using cyanotypes and platinum plates–had great success at major galleries and museums around the world. Eventually, however, McDermott’s incendiary temper and profligate spending would bankrupt them: McDermott would move to Dublin, and McGough, trying to work in New York, would discover that he had AIDS. I’ve Seen the Future and I’m Not Going is a poignant, often devastating, often humorous, entirely singular memoir.

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PETER McGOUGH is an artist who has collaborated with David McDermott since the 1980s. They are known for their work in painting, photography, sculpture, and film. He divides his time between Dublin and New York City.

Fashion Week NYC from ARTFORUM

Click right on his abs to read all about in Paige K. Bradley‘s entertaining article.

Looking Up

It will make people think you are divine.

Little tip there…

You’re Not Gonna Believe Who This Guy’s Dad Is…

Aaaaaaaanyway…

I was very serious about creating this image. I wanted to present J.C. with reverence and respect, with a personal truth but also with something very new. The same son of God, depicted in the same stylized and over-painted way we have seen him for generations yet with a new ethnicity. Hispanic is my update. I thought maybe it could sell in South America. My honest and uncensored depiction of Jesus would not be complete without a divine sensuality that heats a forbidden glowing layer of desire…like a glossy layer of clear love smeared over his lips, his watery eyes, over his whole beautiful face. The content of this art comes with your pondering stare – making it blurry in your mind as you gaze into it and beyond it’s few details. This is introspection, the individual’s unique third-eye point of view . I hoped to put all that on top of the half-man’s mortal masculinity that made this famous prophet, at least in this artist’s mind, quite hot.

Only 300+ Pansybeats Left!

GET IN ON THIS QUICK! 35 CLAMS AND BOUND TO APPRECIATE. These are the final 300 ish books from the first edition. Buy them for your children and grandparents.

Imagine The Dignity of Objects

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A Three Piece Summer Salad Dressed Simply

…walks into a salad bar. Just Kidding.

It’s summer. Ideas are harder to find when you’re overheated and hungry.

Here’s one for you. In the words of Marlene Menard, the mid-eighties East Village chanteuse and star of Tom Rubnitz‘s video short masterpiece, Chicken Elaine, “et voila, it’s easy and fancy.”

Fennel, Blood Orange and Hazlenut Salad

Ingredients

  • 1 large fennel bulb, thoroughly washed
  • 2 blood oranges, sliced
  • 1/2 cup whole raw hazelnuts
  • 1 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
  • 1–2 tbsp fresh squeezed lemon juice
  • 1/2 tsp sea salt

Cut fennel bulb in half and slice it super thin.

Supreme the oranges. (Supremeing an orange) If you are not concerned about the “ooh la la” you can peel them and slice then into thin discs. If you supremed them you can, take a full ballet style bow then cut them into bite sized pieces.

Toast the hazlenuts. Don’t roast ’em. Don’t burn ’em. Just toast ’em then chop ’em.

Dress everything with olive oil and lemon juice an sea salt.

Serve this alone or on top of some mildly flavored lettuce like one from the Butterhead family for example. Butterhead…relax!, it’s vegan.

Finito.

Hiding From the Heatwave

People are obviously not thinking clearly…unless this is a renegade Jo Shane work in which case it should be worshiped. Ave C and 14St. #jodshane #joshaneartist #assemblage
Writing. Bumps. Hasle. #bumps #hasle
I really don’t know how many times I have to say this..BUT – The answer line OPEN, PEOPLE! say it with me – Nyen One Sevin, three nyen seven, zero seven five nyen. please?
PS - they are now called "DONOTS." Dunkin' Donots.  hashtagnodonut #nodonut
Heatwave. Feels like one “o”four and God bless this skater on Canal Street who chose to wear his/her – sorry – “their” long sleeve turtleneck with striped gauntlets and black jeans with combat boots. Dedication. They drank a cup of water and rode away into the sizzling sleaze of a busy Canal Street while I sat sweating and sucking down a large iced tea – (NO DONUT.)
PS – they are now called DONOTS. Dunkin’ Donots. hashtagnodonut #nodonut
EXACTLY

Je M’appelle Party Is Tomorrow

Come and celebrate Josh’s new zine with us!

YOU COME

MAKE NICE PARTY

Anna Nicole Smith Outakes To Love

I call these video mantras. You may call them what you like. Repeat until satisfied.

judy gifs of the day

You Watch WIG Yet? I Got A Few Gifs

Simply Sister Dimension
Rappin’ Shiva – “The name’s Shiva, S H I V A, I rap it to you in a Hindu way, I’m eternal, Since time began, I’m the soul of each and every man, The destroyer yes…indeed that’s me, I’m the Hindu Rappin Diety, So don’t try me, or you may find, I’m a sneak up on you from behind.”
Atilla and Hapi
FDR Drive – ShaBLAM!

Snatched It Right Off Of Instagram

I wish I COULD forget. But in the meanwhile….this is some funny shit.

Italo GIFS

Recently imported from Rome.

Gina V/Gina X

Witness magnetic performance.

Lady Bunny’s New Crimped Wig

I’m so proud to have my photography be a part of an auction that is benefiting Visual AIDS. Edition number 1 of 10 is up for grabs! 13 days and counting for bids. people! CHECK IT OUT.

Flashcubes

Flashcubes were formerly flash “bulbs” which were occasionally known down South and around the trailer parks of Pennsyltucky as flash “bubs.” I have some, you bet I do and here’s your free tip about flashcubes if you’re using the Polaroid bigshot anytime soon – MAGICUBES. They’re better. They’re brighter. If you happen to be in front of one when it blasts get ready for a full minute of blue dot total blindness. Magicubes. Who makes ’em? Good question. Answer is nobody, idiot. They’re from the 60’s. Who used to make ’em? Sylvania, G.E. and Westinghouse mostly but Sylvania Magicubes are the only ones I trust and I tried ’em all. So remember now, Magicubes by Sylvania (like TRANSylvania but without the reassignment surgery.Now you’ll definitely remember.) Blue dots forever! You can close your eyes if you want to BUT IT DOESN”T GO AWAY!!!

Well gee uncle Billy, how do these magic cubes work?

Not magic cubes, kid. MAGICUBES. Two words in one – got it? Now put down your phone and I’ll tell you how they work and you’re going to be surprised because they actually have gun powder in them…like bullets…which kill people because of guns. Anyway, it’s like this….

The flashbulb is filled with combustible material (zirconium wool sealed under high pressure) and its base has a powder filled primer cap. When the shutter is released, a tiny hammer linked to the shutter release mechanism is actuated that strikes the base of the bulb setting off the charge in the primer. The primer in turn fires a flash charge that ignites the combustible mixture in the flashbulb producing flash of very high intensity.

Unusual choices made to select people for significant positions in the world ; I’m not laughing, but I think the whole world is laughing at us.

You know dear readers, I keep hearing: “I can’t believe that Volodymyr Zelensky won the presidency in Ukraine!?! He has no political experience!!”

You know what I say? So what. He’s a wildly popular, very talented comedian, and apparently he’s extremely intelligent. The highly rated television show he recently starred in is a TV series in which he played a history teacher who is elected president after his rant about government corruption on social media goes viral.

(art imitating life, or is it the other way around?)

His primary comedy focus has been political satire. I think he sounds like the “Ukrainian Stephen Colbert”. He’s also a very financially successful media mogul, and by all accounts, a really decent person. It may seem funny to some people that he was elected president, but that doesn’t sound like such a terrible choice to me.

Also, don’t forget that Italy had the honourable Ilona Staller..aka “Cicciolina” the porn star politician.

Staller was presented as a candidate to the Italian parliament by the Lista del Sole, Italy’s very first Green Party. In 1985, she switched to the Partito Radicale, campaigning on a libertarian platform against nuclear energy. She was also a staunch political supporter for human rights. She was elected to the Italian Parliament in 1987. She served there until 1993. Whilst in office, and before the outset of the Gulf War, she offered to have sex with Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein in return for peace in the region. In 2004, she announced plans to run for mayor of Milan. Only two years before that campaign she renewed her offer to have sex with Saddam Hussein in October 2002, when Iraq was resisting international pressure to allow inspections for weapons of mass destruction. In April 2006, she made the same offer to Osama bin Laden in return for dismantling the Al Qaeda terrorist cells and surrendering himself to authorities. So okay she’s more than a bit “kooky”…maybe she’s a completely unorthodox eccentric, but gee her heart is certainly in the right place.

And then…WOW.. France had a LEGITIMATE Super Model as their First Lady!

First of all, Carla Bruni is an actual supermodel, as well as a successful singer/songwriter, and political activist. She is the third wife of former French President Nicolas Sarkosy.

According to Forbes magazine, she was ranked 35th in 2010 in the list of the most powerful women in the world. Committed to social issues, in 2009 she created the Carla Bruni-Sarkozy Foundation to promote access to culture, the arts and knowledge for all. As a guitarist and singer /songwriter she has sold well over five million albums worldwide.

Carla Bruni won the Victoire Award for Female Artist of the Year at the 2007 Victoires de la Musique. She has also had the following accolades bestowed upon her:

In France she received The Knight of the Ordre des Arts et des Lettres, 2003. She was also awarded the Grand Cross of the Order of Charles III, 2009 in Spain, and finally in Benin she was given The Grand Cross of the National Order of Merit, 2010. Pretty impressive, right? What she has achieved is not what most people would have expected from anyone..let alone..some fashion model.

What do we have?

UGHH.

We have an orange coloured, fat-arsed, narcissistic, compulsive lying, undeducted, ignorant imbecile, with an atrociously ridiculous comb-over. He has publicly mocked a disabled journalist. He has been accused of sexual assault by countless women. He has been married three times and cheated on all three of them. He’s admitted (on audio tape) of “pussy grabbing”…gross.. we all know the rest of that story. He also paid a porn star hush-money to shut her up about their trysts before his 2016 election.

(could somebody please explain to me why the far right evangelical fundamentalist Christians still think that he’s a good person?!?)

He’s been an over-rated reality television star. etc. etc. etc.

But the thing he lies about more than ANYTHING else is about him being this bigly “successful businessman”. He’s so successful that he’s been bankrupted six times. His list of bogus enterprises is a litany of spectacular, catastrophic, fiscal failures….

Trump Vodka.

Trump University.

Trump Steaks.

Trump Airlines.

Trump: The Game by Milton Bradley. (i didn’t make that one up either)

Trump Casinos.

Trump magazine.

Trump Mortgage Brokers

Trumps travel site.

Trumpnet; an idea for a Trump’s comms company.

Trump’s cologne brands: 

“Success” by Trump, “Empire” by Trump, and “Donald Trump: The Fragrance”

Trump Tower Tampa.

The list goes on-and-on ad infinitum, and ad nauseam. If there’s one thing Trump is more sensitive about than his tiny orange coloured hands with their baby carrot fingers, it’s the actual amount of his net worth. As Hillary Clinton once quipped:

“He’s written a lot of books about business…but they all seem to end at Chapter 11.”

So yeah U.S.A… THIS is what WE have….

Who’s laughing now? Not me. I’d rather have an Intelligent witty comedian, a politically active porn star politician, or a real Supermodel/Singer/Songwriter/Musician. All three of those people would be an amazing change to the shit-show going on in the U.S.

(…and also who’s OUR First Lady again? Oh yeah, some D-list Eastern Block escort who plagiarises other people’s speeches)