Friday, April 17, 2015

Ian Fleming, sci fi, western pulp, pulp fiction, romance, and everything else. LAST DAY to buy books below price



Saguaro BOOKS

5626 E 22nd St, Tucson, AZ 85711
TOMORROW 9 am to 3pm. April 18th

Christa is closing one of the hidden jewels of Tucson. I have found many many important books through the 2 yrs I have been going there.CASH ONLY.

dont come early becasue she wont be there.

I'm not taking anything off this sale. Its my way of saying thank you for the delight I have gotten from her store.


Yesterday I asked Christa what was in that closet. She said nothing and this is what I found!


The Ian Fleming corner


Latrec looking thru the comics





Sunday, April 12, 2015

Naked Lunch

I wanted to see my friend Annie Sprinkle while I was in SF. She is married to Beth and lives outside of town but we figured Saturday lunch and I suggested we bring it over to our friend Charles Gatewood's place since he doesn't often come down his three flights of stairs in Bernal Heights. Annie stopped off and got the delicious food and photogrpaher Michael Rosen was there along with Gatewood's new squeeze Tiana Giacalone, hair colorist extraordinaire, Joe Donahue. Bethany
Schwartz, and my host when I am in SF, photographer Bob Adler.
After we chowed down in Charles' kitchen and did the quick tour of his recent fine collages that line the hallway and into his bedroom. Charles (lucky dog) has given his collection to the Univ. of California Berkeley library! No simple task. Most libraries and instiutions won't take collections ...plus they paid him for it!!!! NV
photo by Bob Adler

Before I elaborate on lunch I have to write about my long, dear and, at times, troubling relationship with Annie Sprinkle. When I started teaching at School of Visual Arts on 23rd st in Manhattan I would see Annie from a distance moving along Lexington avenue as I returned to my studio on 27th between Park and Lex. I finally approached her and she burst into a grin and said "Eric Kroll! You're the reason I became a photographer!!!! Your book Sex Objects!!". Later I learned she did her photography assignments at SVA doing photographs at the houses she worked in. She lived right around the corner.
Upon meeting Annie my life changed (for the better). She lent me the leather garter belt and matching leather g-string that my wife wore sitting on a white stool with her head titled submissively down with a leather eye mask over her eyes. That session changed the direction of my photography. It was later published in Pat Reshen's High Heeled Women. What I remember is our three year old daughter, Leah, careening around the stool between exposures!
Annie introduced me to many many people like Les Barany, H.R. Giger's agent, Steve Bonge, now head of the New York chapter of NYC Hell's Angels and Veronica Vera head of the school for boys that want to be girls. Steve assisted me on my first non wife girlie shoot with Sioban Hunter. I cant believe I bought and used satin sheets!!! I met Mr. 10 1/2" Marc Stevens and Marco Vassi, the great erotic writer, now deceased. I remember lying across Annie's bed, the three of us on our backs fully clothed holding hands doing the "breath of fire". Annie had (or sounded like she had) orgasm after orgasm. During a break I looked at Marco and asked if he felt anything and he smiled and mouthed "no".
After Marco passed away there was an informal memorial at a westside loft and we were given the opportunity to speak about Marco. I was hesitant and then was about to move to the front when someone from behind pushed me aside and went up and spoke...Norman Mailer. He spoke about how much erotic language he owed to Marco. When I was a kid of 16, I came into the city from westchester with my fellow student Kenny Lindsay and met my english high school professor, Bud Stillman, to hear Norman Mailer read at the Carnegie Hall recital hall. Before hand, we were invited upstairs to a cocktail party given for Mailer (Bud knew him) and Mailer looked at me and said I reminded him of Leopold of Leopold and Loeb, the Chicago child murderers.
Later, in a near empty hall but seats away from Gregory Corso swigging from a flash and being loud and unruly, I listened as Mailer read from his contract with Carnegie Hall. What I remember is him screaming from the pulpit "kick her in the cunt! KICK HER IN THE CUNT".
(I will wrtie more later)

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Up On Geary St

After Friday nite in LA, I drove to San Francisco the day of the opening at the Shooting Gallery. Justin Giarla choose fifteen of my pieces and hung them salon style. No identification...no pricing. "Upon Inquiry" was printed on the 12 th anniversary price list. He had my work in a good spot down the way from the work of Shepard Fairey. I was late and Helena and her husband Laurent were there already.

Justin and I re-enact how we greeted each other moments earlier ...but in reverse.


Helena, Laurent, Brian Sullivan


my part


my life in San Francisco 9 yrs ago. Brandon, Brian, Farrah Spott, Helena and Laurent


Brian (photographer) reacting to my work


Chris (the dad with blonde hair) with his family


Justin in white t


painter Helen and her bf Justin in the background




ok so maybe Im jealous. Helena and Laurent freshly married
and on their way to Bali having spent a month in Vietnam.


Whitney (whom I met years ago through Kayla) and her bf


wearable art



Farrah Spott, back from NYC and the art scene there


Willa Mayo came. For some reason I didnt shoot her at the opening. Here is a shot of her I did in Tucson over a year ago.  She has a job on the Haight



a dense moment around my work 

Then across the street for some Turkish Delight with friends





Then back to the gallery


out on Geary and Larkin looking in


Paul and Catherine showed up. they are the parents of Royanne...my daughter Willa's best friend at Sacred Heart high school on Filmore.


with my spokesperson Brandon


a last look then home to the Adlers

the crowd seemed young but then maybe they are all dot com millionaires


some art patrons living in SF but from South Dakota and beyond





Like in the Cohen's "the Perfect Man" I got sobered up when I passed a young blonde woman and asked to take her photo. She looked at me and "Only if my friends can be in it". No thanks I want to
do your portrait. She then


Shooting her reminded me of Larry Clark's remark about making "Teenage Lust" how his younger brother took him into his scene and Larry got to relive with camera, his memories of being a teenager. There is an immense creative energy in someone on the street and less than 25 years old.

























Tuesday, March 17, 2015

I don't appreciate google

I kept going instead of getting on Interstate 5 from Gilroy, the garlic capital of California. From misinformation I ended up at the Economy Inn on the western end of San Banos. A fabulous vest pocket motel that has beautiful small gardens.
Again I left Tucson last Thursday and slept at rest stops to Santa Monica then a nite on Jon Schwartz's couch and breakfast at Cori's on Ocean with my former master's program student Amy Sampson...pregnant. I believe outrageous mother shots should be taken for the child to enjoy in adulthood and so did Amy.



I was thrilled to make such beautiful images. Amy is wearing a "Brigette Bardot" from Syren courtesy of Steve Diet Goedde.
Then she went her way and I went mine to meet up 5 hours later in Atwater village at my former SVA student Patrick Paeper's bkstore Alias East.


Amy selecting another book below Richard Prince's art.
 That night I attended Kayla's video collaboration shown at the Well as part of LA Fashion week. Her brilliance becomes more apparent every time I come to LA.

through the years I have managed to photograph Kayla on a number of couches.


cupping Kayla


her collaboration video with Guillaume Wolf  at the Well




Kayla twice


an iphone is a photographers lighting assistant




after two bands

Kayla and I went outside on the rooftop and sat against the far wall. After a bit I noticed a short red skirt almost almost up against the back of my head. I asked Kayla if she thought the girl wearing the short red skirt would mind me running my hand up inside her skirt. We laughed and after a time we both left the Well with Kayla joing her friends and me and Durmel wandering...right up to the red skirt and her friends. I felt an immediate connection to Nathan from Lexington, Kentucky (Leah's bf is from Lexington) and Nathan was way wacky enough for me. Lola was married and Astrid was the wife of Nathan. Everyone spoke slurred French and English.


Everyone wants to go to the Ace Hotel rooftop bar and, naturally, there is a long line. I approach the gate guy and explain I am too old to wait in line and he lets us in and up we go to the pool bar.  Nathan keeps buying me drinks while him and Durmel try and cause trouble with the young ladies.



Durmel playing the devil ('s advocate and Nathan looking for his better half in the bushes (far right)


international Kentucy relations



I have to drive all day the next day to my opening at the Shooting gallery so Durmel and I leave but end up across from the Mayan


at a taco stand with the most beautiful woman behind the window.


she declared me a fool and we go back out into the LA blue nite


and

home to Durmel's. I sleep soundly in his outdoor backyard casita and wake up to the morning light