Thanks to Abel for the heads up on the fashion front.
I’ll give this show a perfect 10+.
Invisible heels, skipping, high stepping, hand holding and at last, choreography on the catwalk! All that plus dreamcatcher earrings. (look for em.) Bravo whoever!
Check the voice-over on the soundtrack. Sounds an awful lot like Sister Dimension’s soundtrack for a Thierry Mugler defile back in 199? “Influential” is what that’s called. “Influential, dahhhhhling!!!”
Maybe a good place to start addressing the problem of handguns in America is to stop glamorizing them. Ya think?… and stop pointing them at me when I’m on the subway!
I see something, so I’m saying something. Here’s what I’m saying: Get that fucking gun propaganda out of my face, out of my subway, and out of the minds of Americans!
Who’s designing these tired, trite two-sheets anyway? They are a just a joke at this point. Yeah, Tom Cruise holding a gun on a red background…that’ll really bring ’em in. Idiots. Is it just the result of a phone call from some exec who says, “Gimme one with the gun and one without in case there’s a school nearby?”
Fucking stupid shitty gun glamorization thats what it is. It’s wrong and it’s harmful.
And while I have your ear, bring back tap dancing for fuck’s sake! Nobody ever got inspired to go on a killing spree with a tap shoe, did they?
See there? – you thought I was just another flaky Gay Against Guns. Well, Mr. Wood, Mr. Holly Wood…I AM!
Scott Covert told me that was the chant on the dancefloor when she would arrive at the club.
See the precious Polaroid in person tomorrow night at Daniel Cooney Fine Art.
“Potassa De La Fayette at home” by Corey Tippen
Something very strange is going on. A friend (who is a permanent resident/green card holder) received a letter from the the town clerk saying that he was now registered to vote, which is weird because he has never registered to vote! He has always known that he isn’t allowed to vote until he becomes a US citizen.
I looked online and discovered it’s a crime to register to vote as a non-citizen and could result in deportation.
There was a Voter Registration Certificate included with the letter which named the DMV as the agency who registered him. So my friend called the DMV. The person who spoke with him there said they’ve been getting many calls about this from other people with the same issue and that these calls just started this week. Their records show that my friend hasn’t visited the DMV since a few years ago and they don’t know how he became registered to vote.
The date on the registration certificate says he registered to vote on January 23rd, 2017.
The DMV told him he should call the city and get his name removed from the registered voter list ASAP, which he did. Considering the date of his supposed registration, and considering the travel ban and everything else that has already happened with the new administration, including all the claims about massive voter fraud, we are suspicious that this event could be a ploy to deport legal residents who supposedly fraudulently registered to vote.
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Our country was built on an independent attitoove.
Now lets hear it for our founding sisters, whoever they were…
The parade is over but, WERE STILL PISSED OFF ABOUT THIS GUN SHIT!!! AND YOU SHOULD BE TOO…I might be getting too excited about this activism thing but I’m new so…anyway, I took the pictures if anybody’s askin’.
MUSIC: Love Is A Master Of Disguise (Frankie Knuckles Classic Club Mix) – Eve Gallagher – More Protein Records, US Maxi-Single
I keep forgetting to change. I hope my new sign will help me remember.
Looking back over the past several years of picture making it’s easy to see a pattern of ups and downs in my images, of cools and warms, of dim expressionless faces, formally presented in a mature and careful gray only to be followed by sun-lit periods of young and glowing toothy smiles. My diaries put this emotional see-saw into words – but I find that my pictures are a lot more fun to look at. My God! Could it be…I think it could…I’m only human after all.
Inspiration is a mysterious thing that comes and goes seemingly of it’s own accord. Somehow it magically allows you to work at a higher level. Officially, Inspiration (according to the Greeks – let’s go to source here) descends onto us mere mortals via a direct message (wait, they had twitter? – huh? ) from Apollo or Dionysus (The party God that makes you say, “I’m so drunk and I have the most amazing idea for some art right now”) or via a muse. The muses were sort of like ancient Halstonettes that would appear out of clouds of smoke from invisible smoke machines in order to get your artistic juices flowing. Usually they did this in flowey layered chiffon numbers a la Halston. There were nine of these girls, let’s see, there was Calliope, Terpsichore, then there was…the red headed one, and then blah-badee-blah and the tall one with the nose, and well whoever the rest were they were all totally gorgeous, but the most fabulous and inspiring of all the muses was called Pat Cleveland. That’s it basically it in a nutshell – a little ancient history there for you, kids. But the thing about inspiration is that these days, you never know who is going to let it loose on you. The muse thing is a very equal opportunity type of mystical occupation now-a-days. Example: James. He was trouble, but I have to admit – he really could inspire…
Go for it when it strikes – cause it sure don’t last.