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


http://hifructose.com/2016/04/28/legendary-photographer-charles-gatewood-1942-2016/




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.
Amy




 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


Jefferson


Craig


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.






Monday, April 11, 2016

Betty Brady

she came late to my life but she was just the right mixture of wildness and sense I miss in my new home of Tucson. She needed a new liver but it didnt come fast enough and she died. I shot the wake and the front row was taken up by the Brady bunch- her nieces, nephews, brother and sister. I shot behind glass and felt like I was looking at a Goya painting.
I will miss her and regret we didnt get to laugh together more. A LOT of people felt the way I did.





(more 2 put up)



Friday, April 1, 2016

Sammy came first

but Brian Smith missed the shoot so (he's writing a piece on me for the Tucson Weekly) I arranged to shoot Samantha again for him to see how I shoot. It felt strange to have Brian there. Like he was judging me. Like I was a pervert to spend time with a (sometimes) naked woman 46 years my junior.
Anyone near my age would NOT allow themselves to be the figure to flesh out my imagination. I wanted to take the tram at Sabino Canyon then walk in to Seven Falls but it was cold so I packed a picnic lunch and we drove to Saguaro East National Park the scene of two previous photo busts.
I had gotten a 100,000 year old stone hand tool from Jamie who got it in Morocco.
The week before I went 5 times to watch the Yaqui Easter Lent ceremonies and I had also seen "Embrace of the Serpent" at the Loft Cinema so I felt close to the earth and wanted Sammy to use the stone (phallic)tool as a sex tool and press it against her v over the white cotton granny panties I provided. She didnt feel sexy.
Again, it was exasperated by a writer scribbling in his note pad.
I also wanted to do some shots around `slut wear'. Ever since my University of Colorado Boulder student days I had been affected by women in short shorts. I have a mere 30 pairs. We brought a few. I had bought a tiny white sweater at a thrift store on Speedway that, if buttoned properly or rather unbuttoned properly, showed the bottom of her fine breasts. Again, I felt judged.
The location, the weather, the food and company were spectacular. Just trying to find beauty. Just trying to mix it up.














more 2 follow. the internet is being a dick

















Thursday, March 17, 2016

Toledo (again)

When I lived in LA from 2007 to 2009 I went religiously to hear Toledo and to watch his cabaret dancers. It happened Sundays-two shows on 4th avenue in a jazz
club in Santa Monica. I went away and I heard he was tasting the sm scene in LA but I had no idea what i would see on my last visit to LA. I was staying in Durmel's casita in his backyard and he brought me to the Petite Heritmage ( a bouquet hotel in west Hollywood. A small room next to a bar, next to an outdoor pool on the 3rd floor. Very tight seating with his musicians scattered behind him. An exquisite beauty sang from a corner sitting, several unfamiliar musicians played mid eastern instruments and Toledo pounded out the rhythm on a small tiled table. He got up and began to move and sing and then reached into the fringes and yanked out a dancer by her hair. Toledo is all about sex...all about dark sex and he had the dancer and every other woman in the room WET.
Afterwards I walked up to him and admitted I was humbled by the changes he had made in his routine (a misnomer since he is forever changing...growing). He had incorporated elements of domination into his numbers and it was buena. He is deserving of a MacArthur Foundation grant.









cool cat and a fine dresser. may he receive all good things


ps there is not a woman in the LA area that dances that hasnt learned from Toledo. Toledo is a rite of passage.

more of that nite.


The Toledo `look'


the beginning of the second set 


plenty of flesh






a beautiful singer accompanying Toledo on some numbers



some of the Toledo backup band at the Petit


the `master' never loses contact with the `submissive' aka dancer





note the audience reaction