Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Javier Martinez de Pison super cool man




When Javier opened Wild Seduction gallery in an industrial area of Miami, Fla.  with his wife, Peli, he invited me to exhibit. I think my friend Les Barany introduced my work to Javier. Felice and I went down there in 2003 or so and we partied. Mutton chops, crazy shirts,



hipster language...my kind of company. (note the county jail orange shirt and the sheriff cigs). We met up again in Madrid and hit apartment jazz clubs and dined with his filmaker friends Luis Boulanga and Jess Franco (he just died at 82 yrs old) low budget horror and softcore girlie films.
Then down to Key West to visit my friend and collector Shirrel Rhoades when we dated a manatee family.
I stayed a few days on his couch and drank tequila in the backyard overlooking a water way



in north Miami Beach. and across from a pristine beach.







 Hit the Cuban restaurants which I always NEED. He and I sought mermaids and went north to the Wreck bar in Ft. Lauderdale then onto Weeki Wachi and finally to a funky motel opposite Silver Springs state Park.
 I was completely happy to be with mermaids but it was Javier that I sought. He was as interested as me in finding the funky fish shack, the dangerous bbq joint, the back roads to nowhere.



 Most female road companions I have been with want a soft safe bed to sleep on or complain that I am taking TOO long to shoot an alligator carcass. Not so Javier.  He was looking for and wanted to write about, old Florida




and we were finding it








 in mildew places. visiting my old friends and eating food we will never forget.

Here we are visiting photographer Brad (a member of my wedding in 1980) on Brad McCourtney's veranda (that's Faukterian Brad on the left...fishes with bow and arrow from his fine wooden canoe)



Brad is one of those that make seein his fine work almost impossible. He shoots 8x10 b&w negatives of the pilars of his county. Pinning him down past his (ironic) laugh is equally impossible. He cameacross Florida for my WEAM opening and chatted Leah up. That is the way he is. Once he came to visit me in NYC and disappeared for a day and came back saying he had to try crack and went up into Harlem. That is the way he is. He had a swamp wedding when he married Sandy. He shot for and was friends with, the crushed car parts sculptor John Champerlain. To get him out of state is hard. I'd like to drive with him into Wyoming but some family crisis will keep him. I will have to come to him to hear his laugh.



Wednesday, April 24, 2013

"lawsuit"

The title of Naomi's morning email to me. It went on to read " You can expect to hear from my attorney about your defamation of character. I made no comment about you publicly. But you claimed I had no class, charged $125 which is a lie, and said my showroom looked like a bordello to the public".

In my own defense, the `$125' was a typo and I apologize for making typos. I make them all the time. It should have read $15 which IS what she charged the nite of my opening. I said the room where my photos hung looked like a bordello because of the red walls and black frames.
They still haven't hung my exhibition statement nor my name prominently anywhewre in the room.

I had a wonderful lunch with Bunny Yeager, her daughter Lisa and her agent/friend Ed Christin. I liked him very much and Lisa and Bunny and I got along finely...Years ago...when we worked together in the '80's, we would lock horns. 
I asked the waitress if she would model my mermaid suit at the sports fishing boat area across from Haulover Beach Park (the nudist beach) but shew couldn't commit. On my way back to Miami Beach from Miami Shores, Ed called and told me of a model perfect for mermaid. 
It turned out to be Christie Strong, grand daughter of glamour model, Maria Stinger..."the Marilyn Monroe of Miami".



model for Irving Klaw and Bunny Yeager


and Doris Wishman's "Diary of A Nudist" (1961). I figured her to be a stripper with a name like that but instead she was an artist.





Christie more than saved the day. She was delicious!


(the nerve of Eric Kroll) I get my inspriation these days from tumblr. A minute after meeting Christie and she trying on a new South Beach bikini from Enrique Ricon’s Evolution beachwear (215 7th st) Miami Beach 33139, i asked her to flesh out a concept photo i wanted to do. Please make the "inch" sign as I had seen a woman do on tumblr.















Saturday, April 20, 2013

In Need Of A Mermaid By Tomorrow



I bought a cool vintage mermaid outfit from mermaidsrus.com and found Valerie (and her husband J.J.) in a motel across the street from Silver Springsd, Fla. Now I want to do another shot in Miami Beach TOMORROW April 21, 2013. on the beach and or at a fish market. My usual slightly surreal, humorous shot. if you are slim below the waist please contact me immedaitely. 415-425-8002 or kroll@well.com.

By the way, we found Wayne's for soul food in SS. Thanks Carol.


Javier Pison and I enjoying Wayne's




and equally beautiful Tara out of water at Weeki Wachie and in the water with her girlfriends






Monday, April 15, 2013

my daughter Leah

I wrote this but I'll write it again...I did the exhibition for a paid flight to see my daughter, Leah, my 2nd cousin Bobby and his dad, my cousin Harvey and his wife Carolina, my old friend photographer Brad McCourtney, and Javier Pison and Jan Agostaro. And to walk on the beach and pick up shells and photograph the people on the beach, to eat Cuban food.
When the guest curator Helmut Schuster, kept asking me if I liked the exhibition, I was hesitant. I didn't know why but something was wrong besides the red wall and black frames which makes it look like a bordello. The next dad Brad pointed out that nowhere on the three walls was my name prominent and there was no exhibition statement. (the tags were hung below each photo in the SHADOW of the frame and the type tiny so they were unreadable. I pointed the missing name and statement out to Helmut and he suggested to send it over to Bob at WEAM and he would put it up. Please keep in mind that owner Naomi Witzig had called me "a has been". Below is my exhibition statement I wrote and hopefully they hung.


The Work Of Eric Kroll

Born for no reason, Kroll was raised in Westchester county, in the woods, in a mansion. He graduated from college with a degree in cultural anthropology and worked as a photojournalist for New York Times, Der Spiegel, Elle and others. At the same time (all the time) he photographed women.

This fine selection of Kroll photos was curated by Helmut Schuster and should be viewed as three phases of Kroll’s photographic work.

Phase 1 photos from his book “Sex Objects” (Addison House 1977) is considered a classic in photojournalism and Terry Richardson claims it is his favorite book (2007). Camera Arts magazine called it the “document of the decade”.

Phase 2 photographs from Fetish Girls (TASCHEN 1994). This book has sold over 200,000 copies and was used on the set of Tim Burton’s Batman as inspiration.

Phase 3 these photographs date to the present.  “I take the same photograph I took in 1969…slightly humorous, slightly surreal or absurd, always erotic. It is my sense of what is erotic. These are portraits of me on the red wall. I worked with the famous Korean video artist Nam June Paik. He taught me not to take this or anything else VERY seriously.”

The photos are mostly limited edition vintage prints, signed and numbered on the back… many printed by me and are for sale. Please inquire.

Eric Kroll, has been and continues to be, grateful to Naomi Wilzig.

Naomi had justified charging $15 the nite of the reception because she was putting out a nice spread. I don't think the food was touched. Just before closing I was notified my "friend" Reptile was outside hoping to get in for free. I went to the front and there was a leather clad skinhead with a band of metal beads attached to his crown and a too thin girlfriend. I got them in after he made refeerence to my "doorknob" photo of my friend Ivy. He explained the last time he had seen Ivy she was pregnant and where they were that day someone died!
In one of Brukowski's bks he talks about stopping at a bar for a drink and inside were a motor cycle gang and he remarked how little he liked motor cycle gangs and then someone in the gang recognized him and they all surrounded him saying he was there favorite writer and, instead of being left alone, was mobbed by people he didn't respect.
The same is the case for me and goth or fetish people. I enjoy making erotic photos that turn me on using symbols or things that are also considered `fetish' but the `scene' is not interesting to me.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Here


The higher the hair ...the closer to God.

The shot above was Brad McCourtney's idea...I just added the wig that I borrowed from Javier Pison (and wore at my WEAM opening)

(photo by Jan)
 when Peli, his wife at the time, left her wigs behind. (please note that Javier is wearing prison garb and smoking Sheriff cigarettes)
The next morning Brad had to go do a portrait of a Seminole but we squeezed in two Cuban restauarant experiences and one exhibition. Javier had taken me to Las Vegas on 71st and Collins (6970 Collins Ave. 305-864-1509) many years ago
and  Brad felt right at home having stayed in Cuba.




the only scrap he left me was a forgotten onion strip (foreground) but I didn't mind or argue.