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.
December 20–23, 2018. Noon to 7PM daily.
22 East 17th St. Room 925
Jack Pierson’s Remnants: an installation and sale of ’90s test prints, boxes of slivers and more. $100-300 each.
Cash, Venmo, and PayPal only. No online sales.
The artist will be present on Thursday, December 20th, 5PM-7PM, Friday, December 21st, 4PM-6PM, and Saturday, December 22nd, 4PM-6PM.
David Yarritu’s Oh! You Pretty Things returns to Gordon Robichaux for a second year as an installation-happening-hang-out-last-minute-Christmas-bazaar-tag-sale-event.
Cash, Venmo, and PayPal only.
We all know this gay manual…Swanson, Garbo, Crawford and Dietrich. Check. But recently I came upon a new not new face. Have you seen Gwili? Gwili Andre, peeps. From Denmark. Didn’t last. Bizaare suicide. But the mug! Larry Carr followers make room for face five and add Gwili Andre to your supplement. Let’s google some Gwili…
It’s Gwili time.
Turner had this about her on their site.
Gwili Andre (February 4, 1908 – February 5, 1959) was a Danish actress who had a brief career in Hollywood films. Born Gurli Andresen in Copenhagen, Denmark, Andre came to Hollywood in the early 1930s. She appeared in the RKO Studio films, Roar of the Dragon and Secrets of the French Police (both 1932) and began to attract attention for her striking good looks. Her next role in No Other Woman, was not the success the studio expected. Over the next few years she was relegated to supporting roles. Her final role was a minor part in The Falcon’s Brother in 1942. She did not return to the screen, although she spent the rest of her life trying to orchestrate a comeback. As she faced further rejection, she found solace in alcohol. In 1959, on the day after her birthday, she committed suicide in a bizarre fashion. Alone in her apartment in Venice, California, Andre surrounded herself with reams of publicity photographs and press clippings, all of which represented the career she had expected but had not achieved. Setting the paper alight, she allowed herself to be consumed by the fire, sustaining injuries which caused her death. Andre is chiefly recalled as a cautionary example of the indifference of the Hollywood system and the anguish of a person emotionally unable to cope with initial success and promise followed by immediate and irreversible failure.
What am I, new here? Who else did I miss?
Advice to Young Starlettes and Fresh Meat: Give it your best shot but for God’s sake don’t go out there and do a Gwili, ya hear?
No, not a “wheelie”…a GWILI. I said don’t go out there and pull a “Gwili.” It’s not worth it. With a pretty face like that you can do infomercials or trade shows til you’re forty.
You’re not listening.
LOVE LOVE. Click the pic to read all that Michael Musto writes about it on Papermag.com.
said I in the comments …
“Kenny Kenny’s photographic work is worth a huge mention here. His recent work includes a series of self portraits that are inspired, contemporary, intelligent, informed, authentic and, as we used to say with widely dialated pupils every Wednesday night at Bently’s (where’s that coffee table book?) – “MAJOR!”
‘It’s hard enough to get out of bed in the morning let alone make art,’ said the Pop of pop who was also a shutterbug, a nightlife fixture and a transplanted Manhattanite. Helleaux. Kenny Kenny, photographer is out of bed, into high-level hair and make-up and working hard while helping to keep Manhattan’s often eulogized art scene alive.
“Thanks Kenny. You look gorgeous.
See you inside.
(Can I get a drink ticket?)