Sunday, September 28, 2014

Travels With Carls bad and the Fat Bastard (me)

Carl and I went to Bard College at the same time. I remember he chose to exhibit his `moderation' presentation paintings on the walls of the Stone Row dormitories' basement bathroom walls. The concept was brilliant and, as expected, he was NOT invited to the upper school.  Carl moved onto San Francisco State to get his degree and we remained friends. For decades we both lived in NYC and once, (circa 1972) I took beautiful redhead Soozie McMeans to visit Carl when he was living in Miles Davis' building on the upper westside. He wasn't there. Miles had broken his nose over a rent dispute and Carl was in the emergency room. Miles Davis took one look at Soozie and invited us into his home. Then there was the drive to Pittsburgh on acid to attend the making of George Romero's "Dawn of the Dead". (1978) Carl acted and was gouled by Tom Savini, the great make-up artist. I watched and took polaroids. Now days I often stayed in his Harlem apartment and made plans to go camping
in Sego Canyon, east of Green River, Utah.
Carl didn't have a good time. I did until Carl got SO angry, he stopped talking to me. But good came out of it. Until our foreshortened journey, Carl had stopped making images. (He was on stage at Woodstock (1969) making video). Carl brought an ibook and after seeing his shots I asked him to take various (brilliant) shots of me. After aborting the trip, Carl sent me the below story board. Also brilliant I feel. He neglected to mention that I found him his room at the Claredon Hotel Phoenix that he did love. When we pulled up at the Hotel he got out and said "This is it! We're done. Good luck and goodbye!" and walked out of my life or so I thought. After sending me his interpretation of our trip he then wrote me an angry email for giving out his phone number to another Bardguy who asked for contact info.  I seem to be losing more old "friends" than suspicious moles I get removed. Let's see- Peter, William, Ron, Ralph and now Carl. There must be more.

I should have known we were on different pages when I sent him links to images and articles on where we were going in Utah and his only respnse was to say, knowing I didn't have a printer, he would print out the info. I smoke pot but I don't go out of my way for it. The only time I saw Carl get excited was when we were walking into the Green Dragon legal pot place in Glendale Springs, Colorado.
Basically, for me, the journey is the destination. Not so Carl. What he didn't realize is that "work" and "play" are the same things in my life. Anyone that I noticed I'd want to photograph. Within the first hour of his arrival, I approached a beauty outside the Circle K and asked to shoot her. It was Carl that pointed out the gluck hanging from her boyfriend's side.

In the old days women hung around photographer's that did good to great shots of them, now tattoo artists get to fill that role. 

Carl smoked more than I did all day BUT we were in the desert in the southwest among the Navaho elders and I was happy. We camped in Devil's Canyon above Monticello and stayed in a two bedroom
accomadation at the Blanding Trading Post down the road from Monument Valley. Carl kept taking fine photos of the Fat Bastard (me).

We went to Grand Junction, Colorado intending to buy legal pot but the townspeople had voted to not allow dispensaries. At the local Starbucks I met David who sold me vintage girlie slides of Dian Weber, Lorraine Burnett and B. Page. He also advised not to go to Keluride but drive north to Glenwood Springs to the Green Dragon pot 

After buying delicious (sateva) pot of two different grades (Carl treated me) I realized my god daughter Zoe Stern might be nearby, teaching in Aspen. She was and so was my sister Lisa!

After we drove to Rifle, Colorado 

where I had spent considerable time with my then wife Lynka in 1980. The hotel we were staying had fancy cars belonging to other pot buyers. We sat and lit up. 

Very mild on my lungs. 
While having excellent Chinese dinner near the motel, two prom girls came by!!!! 

I shot them and then went outside and next door was the place they sold the prom dresses with Missy Piggy masks over each dress.

The next day we breakfasted at the local spot. I think Carl was getting tired of me shooting but it wets my appetite. I can't tell which was more anxious to move along Carl of the mountain loin.

note the table of hunters.
one of the waitresses said that sometimes the hunters place the creamer cup
over the bear's ___.
mother/daughter waitresses




gunshop window next door

the movie theater down the street

Travellin is SO broadening.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

The Truth About Me and Betty Page

My good friend Steve Diet Goedde found this quiz on the internet and sent it to me.

It amazes me that this finally came out. When I was three years old (1949), my family lived in Thornwood, NY (north of NYC by an hour) and our babysitter was a woman named Betty. I remember waking up so as to (secretly) watch Boris Karloff in the "Mummy" on television. I was wearing my fire engine red onezy and passed by the above scene and Betty asked if I would take her photo with her brownie camera of herself and her friend and NEVER to tell my folks. Well...both my parents have passed away so I feel safe finally telling the truth!

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Black Mold found in Sunken Livingroom (in my house)

I've been busy helping lay out my friend's photography book (Steve Diet Goedde) in LA. Took the Sunset Limited overnite to Hotel Congress from downtown LA ($38!). Found the Rillito rising from nothing to what looked like the Mississippi River. Lost an Avedon/Capote oversized book I inherited from my folks (first edition) to black mold. going camping with Carl in Seco Canyon east of Green River, Utah. Connected Bunny Yeager's estate to Ampersand Gallery and they are going to sell Yeager's small color prints

from the 1950s.Found crazy stuff like a cupping machine at a yard sale of a retired chiropractor. Shot beautiful Heather
for a collaboration dealing with body modification done with the help of rope expert Mykal
over in Palm Springs. Nadine
came and did an overnite with us and the girls played dress-up

. Many many photos.

MY kids Willa and Leah sent me a shot of them camping. Willa is wearing the yellow poka dot bikini top I gave her for her 26th birthday.

Found Jesus wearing a t-shirt of his own image (strange).

Monday, July 7, 2014

The Power of Photography

I have stopped fights with threatening to take a photo of what was happening. My camera has contributed to heightening the eroticism between two lovers but for the first time I changed the hiring policy. Years past the women working at my gatehouse were uniformly young...not so the men. About a year ago I asked a new employee girl if I could take her photo-there at the gate. It so disturbed her she went to management complaining. Tme passed and she bleached her hair and again I asked to takew her portrait. Next thing I know the vice squad is visiting my house and she is trying to place a restrining order on me(!). THEN the gatehouse transforms. Now only women over 40 years and older. The power of the camera!

July 4th celebration at Dan and Mary's casa

my brother Jeff at his NM home

Darren as a Smith brother cough drop at 4th of July

Amy and Leo Wang at 4th of July (note how mom and Leo are wearing same color sense)

Lela Wang. Harvey Wang, the dad and husband is someone I knew in NYC when we both shot for the Soho Weekly News. 

pizza with Jim Reed in Superior, AZ

Hugh Williams, my former student at ICP and School of Visual Arts in NYC, came to visit and I tk him on the 8 mile loop at Saguaro East National Park. He, of course, totally got into the saguaros. I tk him for lunch at the Tanque Verde ranch.

It's a buffet and we arrived late with the buffet out for only ten more minutes so we stocked UP.

me by my publisher friend Tim Schafner. 

my cactus advisor, Mike Ellis, at Tohono Chul Park