Wednesday, June 22, 2016

I got tomorrow's cover for the Tucson Weekly

story by Brian Smith who also took this shot of Melanie in my kitchen just after greeting Brian

for those out of town, the rticle with a slide show of my work will be online at starting tomorrow.

I'm doing a pop-up talk at Etherton Gallery in Tucson this Saturday 2 to 4 pm. The gallery will have tons of my current photos and vintage photos! The gallery will have my work thru the issue week. ask for Lisa Roden.

if you want to contact me

Sunday, June 5, 2016

"When you hear music, after its over, it's gone, in the air, you can never capture it again"- Eric Dolphy

I am so disappointed that the times have turned the way they have. I thought conservative thinking,  an uptight world, living in fear of what might be, would happen politically. It didnt have to. The nightmare is here and it evolved out of the everyday world.
There is no unpredictability. Everything is prescribed and known already. New behavior is frowned upon. No avante grade that I can see SO I decided to compose musically without knowing anything about music. The last musical instrument I played was a recorder when I was 12.
Thinking of the world of Yves Klein

, the composing of Thelonius Monk

 and the leadership of Mingus

 I invited musicans to meet at dinoland on Oracle where Drachman comes from the east. I would cook (bbq) the corn and chicken (with help from my friends)

and my musical contribution would be the invitation.
Several years ago I had met Melanie King

 on 14th street at the entrance to the 8th avenue subway in NYC. She had just come from her bass clarinet lesson.
Flash forward to her visit. We rented a bass clarient from Chicago instruments. She and Robert Villa read music.

 I invited Sammy after attending her harp recital.

(Sammy at her rehearsal)

I invited Danny (Serge of Love)
to bring his white baritone guitar and moeg synethizer

and Steve Romaniello

to bring his theremin and his girlfriend Karen B to bring her voice. I thought Jorge Rico would bring an instrument

but instead came stoned...Abril was to film the event but came after it started and had to eat. Robert Villa played his violin before running off.
Someone there asked  {"what happened to the music").
It happened. Sporatcally under the bones of a prehistoric whale. Jamie played host

)Melanie does Jamie's portrait)
 and I conducted by inviting.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

New local baseball team the is here and I'm shooting food for the S. Antojitos Salvadorenos pupusa restaurant at the Tohono O'odham swap meet

and I am going because it is one of the finest early evening things i know to do. I love the stadium - the old Kino Veterans near Ajo Way. I love the tempo and the price. $6 for seniors. Its family. I sit with friends along the first baseline. very fine. I like the mascot "Sticky".
When they played the Santa Fe team it was good baseball but when they played the Alpine team it was a blow-out victory for the Saguaros and not as interesting.

"Sticky" watche the game

my good friend Bob Campbell is also able to carry on multiple txt communications while watching the game

There is something magnificent old school about being at the baseball park

 a beautifully happy concession worker at the stadium

I've been working with Juan, Maria's son and married to Ruth. His family owns the S. Antojitos Salvadorenos restaurant which is off the south west corner of the parking lot for the Tohono O'odham swap meet. I've been breakfasting there since before I moved to Tucson. Either Danny Vinik, or Darren and Gary introduced me to the swap and I found the restaurant.
I used to shoot food and knick knacks for the front of Vogue magazine so I proposed I shoot the pupusas, etc for photos to put on the wall for people to point at if they want it.

I thought we should do something to get the kids excited ....

"Now you kids behave"

the place is open from 7am to 2:15pm Saturday and Sunday

Friday, April 29, 2016

Charles Gatewood died and liberal thinking is also at risk

The night of the day my good friend Charles Gatewood died

I attended Amy Goodman's (Democracy Now) talk at the Tucson convention center. Charles, like myself, didn't recognize boundaries, and crossed into imagery that upset some people and delighted others. He told me years ago he moved to San Francisco to be amongest people that were wild and sexually free. He said it with his sparkling eyes and his devilish smile. I also chose the bad boy route and have always tried to live it. Restriction to me resembles sameness...control. I enjoy out-of-control  and the creative energy found in chaos.  Charles lived a well organized life touched by the beauty found in the alternative lifestyle and this brings me to the state of the union.
I was speaking with Ralph who makes leather goods in the east and we were lamenting the disappearance of alternative thinking and action. Gone. Now people live in fear of...I dont know. Identity theft? This climate of conservatism isnt being tempered by liberalism. Amy Goodman

reminded me of a young Mary Ellen Mark, the great photojournalist. When she was young and shooting the prostitutes in New Delhi or the street kids in Seattle, the hardship she photographed was etched into her face. It wasnt till years later, over dinner in LA with her friend Candice Bergman, that I saw the weight of the world had been taken off her shoulders. But then she died.

 looks like she carries some of the people's struggle on her shoulders and in her eyes. The impish smile is there but the palour is dark. Everyone in the hallway knew the drill. She was preaching to the choir. She wasnt able to reach a young audience of right wingers to witness her kindness and intelligence. The only spot of color in the crowd was the young woman with long long orange hair that was handing out Amy's book.

 I think Amy's reason for speaking, beyond selling her book, was to emphasis how many struggles of injustice were going on all over the country (her 100 day bk tour visited many cities where injustice is). But I read the New York Times. I was hoping for something else.

ps my good- bye to Gatewood is on my Facebook page. I feel strongly he lived a lively life involved with many wonderful people. Here are a few: Ron Turner, Annie Sprinkle, Fakir Musafar, Spider Webb, Marcos Vassi,  and more. That is a very strong list of brilliant alternative energy. He photographed many beautiful women like Anna Noelle Rockwell, Tobi Glover, Joanne Vargas. I will miss the soup that was always on his stove and the smiling wisdom he had to share. In his lifetime he never stopped creating. Many images...making books. bravo Charles!

Thursday, April 21, 2016

O Canada

Carl recommended me to Jefferson and Craig who r here doing a documentary without words on the personality of Tucson for the film festival that is in town at the Screening Rm on Congress. I wanted Sammy to change clothes behind me while they filmed me so that the audience had a choice as to what to watch. A beautiful naked woman or me!
I wanted her privates to be covered so I went to the University bookstore on Mountain to get an "A" to hide her universe. Unfortunately, the Canadians arrived first so I gave them the "finger" and sent them for a swim in the community pool across from my house and Sammy arrived and we tried to create something special but it had more disaster that comprehension. Turned out it was a visual portrait so words were unnecessary.
I like them and we had fun. Then I suggested Robert Villa and his violin and his snakes and his gila monsters but the animals were on load to various documentaries. B ut Al Foul was playing at the Independent so we four met up there later.

"go team"!

viva Mexico!

Sammy leaving storage



Al Foul at the Independent Distillery

distilled Al

Al's friend who became my friend

Monday, April 18, 2016

Isabella Sinclair chokes Lystra for my camera and a film crew in my backyard in Silver Lake (years ago)

Back when I lived in LA...after I got fired as the photo book editor for TASCHEN publishing, a film crew wanted to shoot me taking photos. I shot exquisite dominant Isabella Sinclair `playing' with submissive Lystra. The photos were beuatiful in the late afternoon light in my decorated living room.When the film crew came I suggested to continure in my private backyard. I asked Isabella to `play' choke Lystra who enjoyed being choked. I knew Lystra would pass out but didnt tell Isabella but did alert the film camera man. I wanted the surprise on Isabella face...and got it.

she faints

Isabella attempts to hold her up
Later that day i brought Isabella to meet Dennis Hopper whom I was working with on a TASCHEN book. Here he is signing a poster at his exhibit at the Ace gallery. The last time we hung together was when he had his nails done at a salon in Santa Monica, CA. I had known him since his gun toting drug days in Taos, N.M. in the early '70's. He ended up a gentle gentleman.

I got fired from TASCHEN because Benedikt and I agreed I was NOT a corporate kind of guy. When the book I co-edited, New Erotic Photography, came out, I arranged to meet my daughter Willa in Rome after she was done studying in Florence for the summer. I arranged a book signing in a bar in Paris that would include the many French photographers in the Erotic book. It never occurrd to me to notify my co-editor, Dian Hanson. In my non-corporate mind I was going to Rome to see my daughter and would stop in Paris and do a book signing.
That night a flaming redhead named Luh insisted I shoot her. 

She told me wouldnt leave me till I got the shot I wanted. I arranged in my mind to take days (in my hotel room) to get that shot. Each morning she'd ask if I was done.
 I was shooting so many women in my chamber that the concierge pulled me aside and told me they didnt allow their guests to bring to their rooms so many prostitutes! Excuse- moi! These are not whores but rather MODELS!
One morning over petite dejeune, I suggested she use the hickey on her neck to make a face.

homage to Beetle Juice

Luh and I would dine with a dozen friends every nite. It was crazy cultural as happens in Europe. I miss that. Here she is covering her achne which didnt bother me, but bothered her.

Lee Miller when she was a high fashion model and before she became a noted photographer sought out Man Ray in Paris in June. When she arrived at his studio she was told Man had left for the summer that day. Lee asked where he departed from and went to the cafe mentioned and there was Man Ray. "I want to study photograph with you", Lee remarked. Man was very apologetic she told her she would have to wait till he returned to Paris. She refused and left with him for the summer and the rest is cultural history.