Tuesday, October 21, 2014

New York New York. so nice they had to name it twice

I took the Broadway local north to 50th st and kept remembering the fabulous and mysterious shops on the floors above the street. The custome store I never dared go into. gone. I headed west towards Arthur's apartment, looking up as I walked and there it was LIVE BEAUTIFUL MODELS.



The man in the adult store said they had closed 2 years ago but the photos lked like from the 1980s.


Melanie with Arthur, former Mr. New York (circa 1950)





from my collection...from a different world



after late nite dinner at Otto's formerly 1/5th Avenue
(lft to right) Bradley, Leah, Bob, Willatd, Ayaka and me. (it appears part of my cheek is trying to leave the photo

Friday, October 10, 2014

He was young and `hot' and flying down Kolb in his big motorcycle without a helmet without a care

He crossed the double yellow line and passed my car with ease and then the suv appeared coming the other way on the s curve and he had to adjust his zoom and cut between me and the oncoming car and I thought he had made it but he hugged the bike lane, lost his balance, and hit a metal 35 mph speed limit sign going 45 mph I estimate. His body got tangled in the speed limit sign, his motorcycle and dreams kept going another 50 feet. By the time I stopped my car and went back to his shuttering black body, his blood was pooling outside his back brain and his body parts were horribly twisted.
He was still breathing when rural metro got there (quick) and one of the men pounded on his chest but, too soon, they were covering him with a blue blanket.
Last night I watched Catherine Denieve in a late '60's French film quote from William Faulkner about living life fast and to the fullest, but the next day (today) I could see the grim ripper sending the other suv around the corner...like a malicous  surprise. Like a lesson for me. YES don't compromise. YES do it all. but don't think you (I) can beat the odds.
I'll buy the local paper tomorrow and learn what was for the young man until he crossed the double yellow line.




(me by Melanie King)



Thursday, October 9, 2014

can someone tell me why suddenly Motel 6 has removed the toilet covers from their sanitized toilets



flossing


I have a passion for mesquite trees and I am developing one for juniper. this is in Devil's canyon Utah



a sweater i found for Melanie in a thrift store in Utah , worn in Yuma.

see nymph






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 intended to camp in Sego Canyon with the petroglyphs but the light was shitty and we camped instead in Devil's Canyon above Montecello, Utah among the juniper. My Tucson friend Carl Hanni lent me his tent but Carl S used it and I slept under the stars on a constructed cot.




I have been collecting sand from many different locations all over the southwest to make multilayers
sand jars I remember seeing as a kid. Here I go after a jar of sand north of the Four Corners.



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 

dispensary.
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


daughter

expecting


waitress


gunshop window next door

the movie theater down the street


Travellin is SO broadening.

Friday, September 26, 2014

Melanie and me doing yoga in Mexico at the La Fonda where Jeremy and Lulu got married














Melanie King and I have met all over the US for the past 10 years. Here we are in Baja.


She is bound by seaweed from the shore outside our casita and the tortillas are flour not corn.


something washed up


The former and current owner of La Fonda-Demetri.


me by Melanie


me by Melanie


Melanie returning from the beach