Thursday, November 20, 2014

I'm thinking of having a party entitled "Nobody Gets Out Alive"

After I graduated from college in 1969 and moved to Taos, NM and then to NYC in 1971 it took about 3 years to get a spectacular loft on w. 29th st above the Old Garden (German) restaurant in Manhattan. One day a female friend from Bard College came by having just returned from living in Laos. She remained a high cheeked beauty and she told me she needed a job and I got her a job with my photo stock agency that I sold my work through. They hired her and gave her keys to the office. She came over after work the nbext week and after she left I went looking for my camera and it was gone. I looked everywhere. Finally I called another friend from Bard and mentioned I couldn't find my camera and the last person that had visited was H. He remarked that she had come back from Laos a junkie! Telling my agency to change their locks was a drag. Fast forward forty years and another friend from Bard sent me an article in the New York Post about a grandmother purse thief that at age 68 had been arrested and put into jail. She had been arrested multiple times. After she came out of jail she died the next day! It was the same person I had known at Bard college. I can't believe she remained a junkie all these years. Maybe she had some klepto problems.

I've been in love (with him and his music) Naim Amor since I met him at Amy Reed's house at a jam session years ago. and I fell crazy for the music and personality of Al Foul. I heard them for the second time recently at the Maker House. Beautiful Katy awful was my date. She told me she used to hear Al when she was 12 years old! Lucky lady.



             Al Foul...need  I say more


me and Naim with his latest album. photo by Katy awful





the boys in the band


Katy and I then drove all nite to Colorado and I bought some legal pot and I smoked it but didn't inhale and Katy didn't smoke any.

I am disappointed to write that Roberto Francisco Villa,  and dad to my close friend Robert Villa, violinist and reptile (turtle) and plant guy died last week at age 50 of cardiac arrest.


I met Roberto only a few times but I remember those times- he cooking a pot of something delicious in his kitchen, we eating with his other boy in a restaurant along 6th avenue and a chinese restaurant along St. Mary's and at a Heather Gray documentary on a Spanish bakery where the above photo was taken. I keep telling my girl kids how every moment together is a precious one for me...and for them.


My close friend Dave Naz married to my close friend Ori Small had an exhibition in Chinatown in LA and a book launching at the gallery.  The book, Genderqueer and other Gender Identities is published by Rare Bird Books and available on Amazon and at their website rare books.com. The exhibition is at Coagula Curatorial 974 Chung King Rd in Chinatown LA. Nov. 8th to Dec. 20, 2014.



the nite of the opening


Buck Angel in front of his Naz portrait



Dave and one of his subjects


Matt Gleason, gallery owner and Dave Naz



Lillian Batts takes no prisoners at the opening










Wednesday, November 12, 2014

First the mother went ballistic, then the plump daughter shouted back which lit the baby so it became a Philip Glass audio nitemare

in rm 103 of the Motel 6 I was staying in off Interstate 10 around 9:30 pm last night.

But I  want to write/show my birthday party last Oct. 23rd at Leah and Bradley's Brooklyn loft with the help of Willa and Lucas. Adrianna came. My nephew Andrew brought from below the George Washington bridge his baby baby daughter Simone Rose without Larissa, the mom. He came at nite by subway and left the same way after 10 pm and he's a working lawyer. Now that's a family man of the highest order. Rayna and her husband, Rino, came. I hadn't seen but helped raise Rayna since San Francisco on Bush st. red is the perfect color for Rayna.
they treat me like a three yr old



top row Lucas and Willa, middle me and adrianna and simone rose and Andrew bottom row Rino, Rayna and Dudley, Leah and Bradley


Monday, October 27, 2014

Should I be Paranoid when Sheriff Joyce #7727 of the Pima County Sheriff's department approaches me minutes ago

while I am eating my veggie dinner in the corner table of the Whole Foods on Craycroft and River and asks me if I saw someone run through the area. There had been a theft from Whole Foods.
I had arrived at 9 pm and bought my dinner from the trays and sat down to answer my emails because I choose to have no internet at home. The area I was in was diserted and I had seen no one running or walking. He wanted my name, my address and then he wanted my phone number. Sheriff Joyce hadn't asked me when I arrived or anything. His police car was outside where I was sitting so it seemed legit but why my number. I told him I wasn't giving him my number.
He went away and came back shortly thereafter saying there had been a report of someone sitting where I was looking at child pornography on the 24th. I was sitting with my back to the wall. I told him I was in NYC visiting my children. I asked him who reported this and he said a customer. He said I fit the customer's description. There is no way any customer to see what anyone was doing on their computer in my corner. the person working in the coffee area bend the wall could peer over and see what someone was doing in my corner but no customer. How did this "customer" know it was child pornography. wow. arizona!
I left Whole Foods (north east corner of Craycroft and River) at closing time and called Gail. I mentioned how I wanted to find out if Officer Joyce had the rights to ask for my info though I saw nothing. I mentioned I would find out tomorrow then realized I could propobably find out tonight.  I called the number on the card and the machine said no one was there but I should call 911. I did and explained it wasn't an emergency but I'd like to speak to someone in charge at the Pima County Sheriff's office. The operator asked for my phone number and I was uptight enough not to want to give it so she proposed I meet the Sheriff somewhere and I was going to Kinkos but she said that was out of his jurisdiction. She suggested I wait in front of Whole Foods.
After a bit a sherrif vehicle drove up in front of whole foods and I approached and he told me to wait at my car and he went into Whole Foods. I could see he was talking to the long haired fellow that was in charge when I was in there. Was I the topic of their conversation?
Finally,  Sheriff Donovan came out and walked over to me as more police officer vehicles arrived. He asked why he had been called and I explained what had happened. He was flustered and had a hard time understanding what had happened to me. He thought maybe the child porn accusation had been for today- no officer it was Oct. 24th. He explained that what Joyce had asked for was normal procedure. Meanwhile a shorter officer had his flash lite out and was checking my vehicle (for what?). Then they pointed out that I was trespassing on private property until I pointed out that the police operator had told me to wait where I was for Donovan.
Donovan, as an aside, said that the long haired manager guy and told him to tell me I was no longer welcome in Whole Foods and I could not come back. The little short fellow officer piped up that he was a witness to what Donovan was telling me and that I had been warned. I asked Donovan the man's name that had told him I couldn't come back but he hadn't noted his name. wow.
I will call the head cheese at Whole Foods tomorrow to find out why I am banned. Arizona ridiculous rides again!
As I was driving home the phone rang and it was unidentified. It turned out to be Joyce's superior officer. He asked me questions and I answered them. He said that it was procedure for Joyce to ask for my info but I didn't have to give it. So much for not giving out my telephone number. The authorities have everything. I'm surprised I didn't make a contribution to the police force without knowing it. They must have my bank account info!
The next morning-this morning -I continue to think about it. Was I blocked from Whole Foods because the management thought I was hanging around ready to cause trouble. They didn't know that the police nite operator had told me to wait there for officer Donovan. Its like the fable- the outlaws are in black (I was wearing a black t-shirt and black pants) and a good guys wear white. Or the twilight zone episode where there is an officer in plain clothes escorting a prisoner in plain clothes and the audience and the community in the episode have to decide which is which. They assume the ugly one is the outlaw and the handsome one is the law enforcement. WRONG.

Me and Charlie and Melanie go to the American Museum of Natural History

In "the Squid and the Whale" the fight fight between those two creatures was pivotal to the kids development. Maybe the gorilla pounding his chest to scare off the male intruder and protect his gorilla family was mine.

male threatens from the left




his family waiting to see the outcome. They will wait decades...



Charlie and Melanie


Melanie trailing behind an excited Charlie- note the Wisconsin meteor chunk.

We left the museum and took a limo to Citrinella





Charlie was in charge of the buttons aka controls



Charlie checks his place in the cosmos (ceiling)


While the world shops Charlie fiddles


Sunday, October 26, 2014

Madonna, Manhattan, me , Melanie and Megan plus Jonathan, Louie, Kitty, Willa, Leah, Andrew, and beautiful Simone

and Mistress Amanda la Fatale and Ralph and...



all mine ©eric kroll

I received the following emails:

Dear Mr Kroll,
                   Could you please settle an argument by confirming that you photographed Madonna in 1983 in New York. The photographs that I believe you shot are being attributed to another photographer so would be grateful if you could help.

(my reply) i shot her with corn rows in the basement of danceteria. could have been 83. thanks. curious. what other photog is claiming them. peace


Thank you for responding so promptly. It's not another photographer who's claiming them but a Madonna fan page on Facebook. I told them it was you but they are insisting it is Oliviero Toscani. So thank you for the confirmation. They were some great shots by the way.

(my thoughts) If one lives long enough one gets to see an appreciation (but most likely no money) for what one shot on an everyday basis 30 years ago.

I also was tracked down by Greer Lankton's husband to contribute some photos I did of her also in the 1980s for an exhibnition at the Participant Gallery on east Houston. The previous show was on Cookie Mueller so I feel in good company.

Sometimes sexuality is subtle...sometimes it isn't. Melanie decided to cook fish on Friday after she, Charlie and I went to the American Museum of Natural History. I had been in and out of trying to meet up with Dr. Jonathan. I invited him for dinner. Melanie suggested inviting Megan. She said her model/photographer girlfriend was now a sailor for ships. I bought the Suaza tequila. I wanted/hoped that Melanie would take Dr. Jonathan's portrait. Below are two of the b&w medium format shots she had done of Arthur when we went to visit him. Maybe she would do another portrait?



©Melanie King

some more by me from that day





dinner at Melanie's


Megan


note their eyes

the portrait session







I've known the doctor since he bought a Betty Page print from me over twenty years ago. He then lived 2 blocks north of my Park Avenue studio. I've known Melanie since she called 10 years ago and suggested we do a shoot.  We have shot many times a year since then. I began to notice-as the ladies got higher on tequila -a different way of assisting and passing of the camera.




it made me think of study hall in Ward Manor at Bard College in 1964. right?


Melanie and I independently picked up on the `Blow Up' vibe that was transpiring in her living room.








Melanie has never given ME that expression! Was this b4 or after they began playing "patty cake Patty cake"?







how come my photos don't lk like this?



I realized it was time for Dr. Jonathan and I to leave. My next shoot, starting at 10 pm, happened to be 4 doors down from where Jonathan lived!


Mistress Amanda la Fatale.